Chapter 13

Then he thought of Kieran again and his heart skipped a few beats.

Sunday.

That’s tomorrow.

Flustered at the idea of seeing Kieran outside of Time Out, Liam stirred the rice, turning his face away from Netty.

Last night, he’d barely slept. He’d spent hours torturing himself into a pathetic, lumpy-brained state, and this morning, when he’d rolled out of bed, he’d decided he wouldn’t call Kieran. Would never go back to Time Out again. Liam knew he was lying to himself.

He glanced down at the skillet, focusing on reality for a short moment. He’d have to find something to talk about with Netty. He turned the burner to low and looked over at her.

She was sliding her finger along the rim of the glass and staring at him. “Let’s have a nice supper together. No pressure.”

Liam nodded and slipped into the chair beside her. “All right.”

Netty laughed. “All right.”

Liam took a large mouthful of the wine.

“What a week, huh?” She was making easy conversation.