Begin Again novel Chapter 60

Liam was deep in thought for a large part of their trip to the airport.

Once or twice, Matthew and Julian tried to draw him into their heated exchange. Something about a Chloe Lennard, the hottest new thing to hit the world of lingerie modelling.

Julian wanted to hit up her management team for a meet and greet and stake his claim before the 1.9 million-plus hot-blooded males in Rock Union moved in on her.

Matthew didn't think he stood a chance.

And Liam didn't have an opinion.

He was in the car with his cousins, racing to catch their UAE bound flight, but his mind was still stuck in the meeting room where he'd left Eden with Sarah and her troops. She'd seemed okay, less tearful when Gibby whisked him off before he could even check on her. But her sadness and hurt earlier had rattled him far more than he'd like to admit.

"Dude, where the hell are you? I need you here. You have to pick a side," Julian tried to get his attention by nudging him a little too hard on his shoulder. "Do I or don't I stand a chance with Chloe?"

Liam glared at him and sighed. "I don't give a shit about Chloe and her underwear."

He had far better lingerie in his closet. He'd have to return it to its rightful owner at some point. Not now, though. It was still too soon after Linda.

"Come on, are you even listening to me? Lingerie? Model?" Julian snapped his fingers in front of his face, making sure he hasn't lost his wits. "Why am I not getting a reaction?"

"I heard you the first time." Liam smacked his hand away.

His cousin was a little perplexed by his lack of enthusiasm. "When did you get over your lingerie fetish?"

"Since I can't screw anyone anymore," Liam shrugged and gazed out of the window. "Anyway, I don't care about Chloe. She's average."

"Average?" Julian was incensed as he carried on with his argument even though no one was paying any attention to him. "She's a fucking ten! Her measurements are perfect—"

"So?" Liam cut him off, unable to believe he got roped into their ridiculous conversation.

"You used to love models," Matthew reminded him. "You banged about five or six in your life."

"Check your facts; the exact number is seven," Liam growled and uncapped his water bottle.

"Touché, Sensei," Julian bowed in mock respect.

"What's gotten you all broody? It's not like you to dismiss all things lingerie and models." Matthew said, changing the subject. "How did it go with the therapist?"

Liam didn't want to talk about it, but if he kept it in, the shit with Eden would surely drive him nuts.

He gulped down a few sips from the bottle, and without getting into too many details, told his cousins about his disastrous session with Linda.