Vivian's POV
The instant I laid eyes on Liam's mother, I understood exactly why both her sons possessed such devastating good looks.
Robin Simon embodied sophistication in its purest form. Her golden hair was swept into a flawless chignon that suggested she rarely allowed it to fall loose. Those piercing blue eyes mirrored Wade's exactly, creating an almost unsettling resemblance.
She moved through the room like liquid grace in her floor-length sapphire gown, her sculpted cheekbones catching the light as she acknowledged various guests with practiced charm.
Suddenly, my lungs refused to cooperate.
Liam seemed to sense my sudden rigidity because his palm found the small of my back, drawing me against his side with deliberate possession.
"Easy, baby," his voice was a low rumble against my ear that sent electricity racing down my spine.
"I can't," I managed through clenched teeth. "You failed to mention she was this... formidable."
