Page 29 of Made for You

“I don’t understand why he won’t return my calls,” her whine grates on my already frayed nerves.

“He broke up with you. If you can call it that,” I scoff.

Ignoring her presence at my table, I start eating my dinner. The chicken pot pie Clark made tonight doesn’t disappoint at least.

“We’re meant for each other.” She narrows her eyes at me.

I see Tiff’s eyes drift over my shoulder.

“Well. Guess it doesn’t take you long to move on.” Violet’s familiar voice floats over me. “Or maybe I was just a fun thing while you have your main piece over here.”

“Pretty easy when you don’t know what’s going on between us, and I’m just the nerd of the family,” I retort.

“Mmm I can see that. You totally are.” Tiff scrutinizes me like she’s trying to decide if I look like one too. I know I don’t but her gaze makes me uncomfortable.

“Seriously?” I roll my eyes at her. I wish like hell she’d disappear.

“Could you give Liam and I a moment?” Violet asks Tiff.

“I was here talking to Liam about somethingveryimportant.” Tiff crosses her arms over her chest, drawing Violet’s eyes to her bust before she gives me anare you serious?look.

“Listen, I don’t want either one of you here. So, you can both go.” I stare at them until they leave.

Violet looks over her shoulder back at me, sadness in her emerald eyes. It’s the one I saw every time she had to leave at the end of summer. I give her one more glance before turning back to my beer and my food. I need to get the hell out of here.

I finish my dinner in peace and toss some cash on the table.

When I go to leave though, I see Violet sitting at the bar. She’s talking and laughing with Roman. Only affirming that she isn’t looking for thenerdlike me.

Roman is like my brothers. He played semi-pro rugby after college so he’s the athletic, jock superstar who now owns a cool brewery. How can someone like me compete?

I slink out, ignoring the pit in my stomach watching her with him.

The cloud I’ve been on since last night with Liam is showing. I’m humming while I bake, and find myself dancing along to the songs I have playing.

“Someone is still awfully happy.” Emma says stealing one of the blueberry muffins I just made.

The amount of times the Keaton siblings come in the kitchen to steal baked goods as soon as they’re out of the oven makes me think there’s a camera in here.

“I am. Liam is everything I remember as a friend.”

Emma stares at me with a knowing grin, “A friend, huh?”

“I mean. I don’t know. What if last night wasjust a fling?”

“Trust me. Liam doesn’t have flings. Ever. He isn’t like other guys, and I don’t just say that because he’s my brother. Wyatt is absolutely like other guys!” She laughs at her brother’s expense. I can see him being the playboy.

“In New York, it’s always Larry’s set ups. The rich guys who only want me to come out to dinner and be shown off with them for their own gain so Liam is nothing like the other guys I’ve ever dated. I mean he’s the nerd of the bunch really. His version of the perfect date is dinner by the fire, followed by books and reading. I just…don’t know what’s going on between us.”

The kitchen door swings open and Liam walks in, slapping a book on the island where I bake. A deep scowl on his face.

Shit. Something happened.

Emma runs out of the kitchen after Liam, leaving me stunned, holding a hot pan of cookies in my hand.

I place the cookies down on the island, and go over to see what book Liam brought in.

Of course it’s one from my favorite series.

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