Tara Summer was taken aback, her eyes wide with incredulity; she couldn't believe that the Liam Yancey of the present had become so shamelessly audacious.
"Don't flatter yourself!" She pushed him away.
"Hmm?" Liam Yancey quirked an eyebrow and his attractive voice made her heart skip a beat. He caught her hand, planted a kiss on it and looked at her suggestively.
His gaze was like he wanted to swallow her whole.
"…." Tara Summer was at a loss for words, her face as red as a ripe apple.
This man, he really had no shame!
"If you're quiet, it means you agree." Holding her hand, he was ready to plant another kiss on it.
Tara tried to pull back her hand forcefully, but she was no match for him, and could only watch as the back of her hand received another feathery kiss.
"Liam Yancey, we need to talk." Her face was red and she continued to tug at her hand. "What will it take to convince you to let me go to the hospital?"