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In a move both practised and casual, Liam transferred his drink to his left hand, his movements shrouded by the garishly decorated boughs of the oppressive Christmas forest decorating the ballroom. He surreptitiously checked the time, then stifled a yawn. He’d only been at the party thirty minutes.
“Bored?”
Liam smiled, ennui replaced with genuine affection. “Edward!” He hugged the Vogue editor. “No, no. Not bored. Just very tired.”
“Are your travels done for the year?”
Liam sipped his drink. “For a few weeks, then right back into things.”
Edward glanced around. “And your friend?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Love’s like that.”