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our fight and sex. When she was pissed, she should use her motherfucking words and not her gun, at least for me. Here we were, ten steps back, when we didn’t have the time to back pedal.
    “Don’t go,” she said when I opened the door to leave.
    “Maybe you forgot, but you shot me, I have a wound—”
    “Liam—”
    She looked to me and I could see she was finally calm…hurt and calm.
    “I’m going to need stitches.” I muttered, as I moved back over to where she was and took a seat on the ground again. Pain flared up my body and I winced.
    “I’ll call Coraline for a med kit and clothes,” she whispered as she took off my pants and used the torn part of her dress to wrap the wound.
    She didn’t look up at me and I didn’t push her. I closed my eyes.
    “The first time I kissed you, I was shot in the thigh. The first time we had sex, I was shot in arm. You seem to like me bloody, Mrs. Callahan.”
    “I just like you,” she stated, and I opened my eyes to find her kneeling between my legs, still naked, her hair tousled, eyes wild, and she was covered in cuts and scrapes from our fight. She was beautifully savage in this moment. “I still think you were wrong for keeping this from me.”
    “And I do not. So we’re at an impasse then. I do believe you and I have a special system for dealing with our issues.”
    “We’ve already fucked it out, Liam.”
    “Just because I’m sitting here doesn’t mean I’m not still annoyed with you, wife…believe me, there is plenty left for us to fuck out.” I winked at her.
    With both of us naked in each other’s arms, there was nothing we couldn’t get through.

MELODY
    The moment I got out of the hotel bathroom, I came face to face with a very ticked off Coraline in the ruins of the room. I sighed, closing the door for Liam to finish up.
    “I brought you a change of clothes and there’s a car in the back, waiting to take you home to avoid the press. The gala is winding down, but some people are still lingering.” She pointed to the bag hanging on what was left of the mirror fame.
    I didn’t say a word, I simply stepped over the shards of glass.
    “One more thing,” she said.
    When I turned back to her, she slapped me right across the face. My head snapped back, and the side of my face burned like hell, but I said not a word as I regarded her.
    “You’ve messed with my husband long enough. You could have killed him, but you were so blinded…”
    Grabbing hold of her neck, I pulled her to my face.
    “I’m going to let the slap go, because I was a little temperamental. Remember, Coraline, I made you. I gave you the balls you’re so willing to put on display, try to lecture me again, and I will rip them right out from under you, and then I’ll go after Declan. Are we clear?” I asked, squeezing just a little bit tighter before letting go.
    So, I flipped out. I didn’t want a lecture from Liam, and I sure as hell didn’t want one from Coraline.
    She coughed holding onto her neck before speaking again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry your mother is a…”
    “You’re pushing me, Coraline,” I said as I dropped the towel.
    “So be it then. I’m still going to speak my mind, balls or no balls. We are family; you are my sister, okay? I’m on your side, Melody, I promise. Just please, be on mine.” With that, she left me alone to finish getting dressed.
    Those who got high occasionally should know that the come down was horrible, especially if you aren’t ready for it. Life was fine for Liam and I; everything we wanted was slowly falling into our laps, and then this.
    My mother…was dead. She died when I was young…she was murdered when I was little…but that was a lie. It was like my brain didn’t—couldn’t—wrap itself around that thought.
    When I was younger, I had come to terms with the fact that I was motherless. The first Mother’s Day after her death, I cried until Orlando sat me down and told me we don’t cry. No matter how bad our