Page 22 of Made for You

Disappointment takes over when he moves his hand to park.

“Ready? I hope you and Rome have ideas.”

“Ready as I can be.”

The group piles around a conference table, chattering about all the ideas and what they want for the dance.

We’ve been in this meeting for an hour already and it’s clearly becoming just a big brainstorming session instead of an actual planning session.

“Okay,” I place my hands on the table, “we need a decision. Let’s start with a theme first. The most liked themes were black and red masquerade or a work of heart.”

I hand everyone a sticky note, and instruct them to write down their votes.

Once everyone has handed in their choices, I count them and read the winner, “Black and red masquerade is the winner. Now that we have that set, I think we should go more formal with the décor.”

“I have black linens for the tables that someone left behind from an event we can use,” Roman adds.

“That would look lovely with some gold candle sticks with red candles.” Esther volunteers.

“This is a good starting point, let’s find someone who can design invites.” I say.

For once, Liam offers an idea. “Willow’s sister could probably help us. She does stuff for the inn’s social media all the time. I can text her later.”

Who the hell is Willow? And her sister?

I narrow my eyes at Liam, and I can see he’s hiding a smile.

“Great. Why don’t you just do that, text Willow’s sister. Are we good here?” Fuck Willow and her sister. Why do I even care that he has had relationships in his life? It’s not like I was a saint.

We adjourn the meeting and everyone goes their separate ways. Except Liam and I.

“Are you jealous? Of Willow?” He can’t contain the smirk.

“No. It’s none of my business.” I walk past him and down the hall.

“Willow is Gunnar’s fiancée. And Scarlett is hermarriedsister.” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tight to him, before backing me up against the wall in the stairway.

“Oh.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He slides his hands down the sides of my ribs making my skin pebble.

“Yes Liam, I believe you.”

“Good. Let’s get you to Margaret’s so you can pack your bags.” His low gravelly voice sends a shiver down my spine. But instead of kissing me, he pulls away and leaves me in the hallway.

I follow him out, disappointed in myself for how much I wanted him to keep touching me in a town’s municipality building. It’s not even a sexy location.

When we get to Gran’s house, she is already here in the kitchen baking something that smells amazing.

“Gran, we’re here!” I shout to the kitchen.

“Come on back, dear!”

I reach back to take Liam’s hand and pull him with me.

“Taste this.” Gran shoves something into my mouth as soon as I turn the corner.

“Mmm, that’s amazing! Strawberries and cream?” The rich fudge melts on my tongue.

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