Liam is standing at the end of the aisle, holding a damp umbrella. His T-shirt has a small coffee stain on the collar. His hair is curling at the ends from the rain. He looks lost.
And that is the most dangerous thing in the world. I close the notebook. Outside, the rain has stopped. The world is quiet.
And then I hear it. The muffled laughter from downstairs. His laughter.
“You’re in the wrong section,” I say, my voice quieter than I intended. “Romance is two aisles over.”
He grins. It’s a lazy, careless grin that makes my ribs ache. “Not looking for romance, Davies. Just a passing grade.”
“She’s still asleep,” my brother, Jake, says. “Don’t be loud. Hayley gets weird about noise in the morning.”
