Chapter 45

“Sorry man, he’s taken,” Liam said.

“Yeah, yeah. But if you ever break up with him, I want custody of him, not you.” I snagged another before the rest of the vultures descended on the sweets.

Liam stuck out his lower lip and made it tremble. “I’m hurt.” He took one of the rolls and started to scrape off the pearly sugars, and I threw him an offended glance.

“Crazy Americans,” I muttered.

“Crazy Swedes,” he retorted.

We both burst out laughing.

“All right. Everyone ready?” Jackson asked.

I nodded. This was shaping up to be the best morning ever.

* * * *

Whistling a carefree tune, I returned to the boat after the meeting. I carried the box with the leftover cinnamon rolls—they would make an excellent and nutritious dinner—and looked forward to a lovely day. Despite the early hour, the sun beat down on my shoulders from a cloudless sky. Birds chirped, leaves rustled in the trees, and happy sounds filled the air. It would probably be a busy day by the lake.