Scarlett's POV
When I turned the handle and pulled the door open, my breath caught completely in my throat.
Liam was standing in the hallway, and Goddess, he looked breathtaking. He had traded his usual rugged training gear for a crisp, tailored black button-down shirt with the top two buttons left casually undone, paired with dark trousers that emphasized his broad shoulders and towering height. His dark hair was neatly pushed back, and his intoxicating scent of winter frost, cedar, and sharp mint rolled off him in powerful waves.
The moment his eyes landed on me, he froze.
