Seeing his bloodshot eyes, it's clear he hasn't been resting well lately. He doesn't care about his own body, but she feels for him.
Therefore, no matter what, she's not allowing him to touch her.
Unexpectedly, the man is so impatient, waking up early with thoughts stirring again...
"Liam Yancey!..." Tara Summer presses his hand down, her face turning serious, "The Chief Steward just reported that last night, General Palmer was assassinated..."
"Palmer?" The man's large hand pauses and he finally halts his actions. He looks up, his dark eyes narrowing.
Seeing her nod, Liam Yancey hesitates no more, flipping himself off the bed. He goes to the bathroom to wash up, and ten minutes later, emerges clothed.
"I'm going to see Mother." He pats Tara Summer's hand, turns, and strides out of the sleeping quarters.
Tara Summer grips the door, staring at the man's broad back. His whole being exudes a fierce aura, filled with a sense of severity.
