Chapter 61

“Wanna play with us, Uncle Liam?” Austin asked, his cheeks darkening a little.

“Not right now, buddy.” Liam tried to smile at his nephew. “I’ll play with you later, okay?” He shot Rye a quick glance.

Their mother set a cup of tea before Liam. “Here,” she said, without meeting his gaze, “this will steady your nerves.”

Liam brought the tea to his lips. The simple scent quieted his senses. But it was too hot to drink, so he set it down again and then fiddled with the small silver spoon.

How do I say this?

Angie walked in. She was undoubtedly tired, yet a faint smile still adorned her flushed face. She gently pulled a chair out for herself and slid into it with some effort. The birth had gone well, Liam had heard, but she was still exhausted. Without a word, she discreetly reached for Liam’s hand, cupping her fingers around it. “Hey, handsome,” she said softly. “How you holding up?”