Diane's POV
The drive to Connect Bistro was quiet, my security detail maintaining their professional vigilance while I mentally prepared for the performance ahead. As we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, I could see Liam's familiar BMW already there, parked in a spot that gave him a clear view of the entrance.
"It is time," I murmured to myself, checking my phone to make sure it was set to record. Whatever Liam had to say tonight, I wanted documentation of it.
The restaurant was dimly lit and sparsely populated—perfect for a private conversation. I scanned the interior until I spotted Liam sitting at a corner table, positioned so he could see the entire restaurant.
He was wearing a dark suit and had clearly made an effort with his appearance, though I could see the tension in his shoulders even from across the room.
