Liam reached the front door and knocked three times, quick and deliberate, just like he'd told Tasha he would.
Then he stepped back and waited.
The lock clicked from inside, and the door swung open.
Tasha stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, her blue eyes narrowing the moment she saw him.
"You took forever," she said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Liam opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat.
She was wearing his shirt.
The oversized, faded black T-shirt hung loosely, the thin cotton draping directly over her bare skin.
As she moved, the fabric pulled taut across her chest, the faint, unmistakable press of her nipples creating small peaks against the dark material.
That made it obvious she had nothing on underneath. With her messy black hair and blue eyes, she stood there in only the shirt, her bare legs extending from the short hem.
