Page 36 of Knot a Good Idea

There’s a pretty girl in our house, and I don’t know what to do.

I want her to like me.

I want to know more about her.

But I especially want to be the one to bring her a glass of water.

There shouldn’t be such a sense of triumph in my chest as I fill her cup with ice-cold water from our fridge, but there is.

When I make my way back to the foyer, the three of them are talking with Hunter animatedly waving his hands. April laughs, her head tilted back in delight, and her sweetness surrounds me.

The wordlovelyrepeats in my head.

There’s no other way to describe her.

I hand April her glass, which she takes appreciatively. “Thanks,” she says, before downing it in three big gulps, her delicate throat bobbing as she swallows.

Donovan clears his throat and shoots me a pointed look, as if sayingget it together.

“Is that lemon water?” she asks after finishing the glass. I take it from her and place it down on an end table while she mutters athanks.

“Lemon and grapefruit,” I say proudly.

“That’s a brilliant idea,” April replies. “We should do that at my café. This is the best water I’ve ever had.”

I beam.

“I could send you home with some,” I blurt out.

Hunter snickers, and I glare at him.

But April doesn’t laugh at the idea. “Hell yes,” she says, grinning. “Bottle thatup.You just made my weekend, Liam.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling, and Hunter mutters something under his breath.

Even if April doesn’t want this for real, I think I could become good friends with her.

“Really? I thought the helicopter ride would have done that,” Donovan murmurs, amused. “But all it took was some grapefruit water?”

April shrugs. “I guess so.”

“I haven’t even had time to impress you yet,” Hunter says. “The weekend’s just beginning, beautiful.”

But I don’t care what they do.

I’m already April’s favorite.

And as strange as it sounds, it feels like I’ve met her somewhere before. Maybe in passing, but I could swear I have seen her before.

I just can’t quite figure out from where, and voicing it would probably make me appear more awkward than I already feel.

But I make a mental note of it.

“We’ll see,” she murmurs to Hunter, but I can tell by the slight hunch in her shoulders that she’s still not comfortable with his compliments.

But she keeps the smile on her face as she turns to me, even if it’s not entirely genuine. “Your home is stunning,” she says. “Where can I put my bags?”

“You should show her to her room, Liam,” Donovan says. “Hunter and I will set up downstairs.”

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