The heavy curtains were drawn completely shut, keeping the master bedroom in a thick, cool gloom.
Liam opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, letting his head clear before he threw off the thin grey sheet.
He stood up, walking across the cool hardwood floor until he reached the far wall. With a sharp, heavy tug, he pulled back the thick fabric.
Bright morning sunlight flooded the room, hitting his tall, broad frame.
He stood completely naked by the glass, resting one hand against the wooden frame as he looked down at the property below.
The compound wasn't massive, but it was solid.
A black iron gate guarded the paved driveway, where his black BMW M4 sat parked on the stone pavers, its dark paint catching the early sun.
Beyond the driveway was a clean patch of green lawn lined with low stone borders and a pair of young palm trees.
It was quiet, secluded, and completely private.
