#Chapter 92: The Proposal

"It's terribly convenient for you, Marcus, that your paramour owns an entire villa for you to move into at the drop of a hat," Liam grumbles the next day as he helps us wheel our suitcases to the elevators. "Some of us are going to be in this bloody hotel for the next decade, if the fire department has anything to say about it." "It's not the fire department's fault that Nicole's ex-boyfriend is a psychotic arsonist," Marcus responds, shooting me a wicked little grin. I whack his arm playfully. "No, but it is their fault that they won't approve the mansion for habitation again until a full reconstruction is completed," Liam says. "Really, Marcus, I should put in some sort of complaint with the…employment department." "What's the 'employment department'?" I ask. "Oh, I don't know what it's called," Liam says, punching the button for the lobby. "Surely I should get extra holidays for this, at least. And perhaps a pay raise. And some kind of workman's comp." "You weren't in