Page 111 of Falling for Love

I tried to push him up, which only caused the sheets to tighten even more.

“The bus is literally right outside.” My giggles worsened as I scrambled under him. “This is not how I want him to learn about the birds and the bees.”

“I’m trying!” he protested, his laughter erupting as he attempted to untangle himself. “You’re like a human flytrap right now.”

“You’re the one who fell on me,” I muttered, trying to gain some composure.

With one final effort, we managed to untangle ourselves enough for me to stand, throw on some undergarments, and breathe.

My hair was wild, my bra askew, and I was positive I looked like I’d just lost a wrestling match with a tumbleweed.

“You look great,” Liam said, his voice laced with amusement.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I shot back, grabbing the first sweatshirt I could find to pull on.

As I stumbled into my jeans, hopping on one foot to get them on, Liam stood there watching, his arms crossed and a ridiculous grin on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just enjoying the show.”

“You’re trouble,” I muttered, yanking my hair into a quick ponytail.

“Is that an upgrade from impossible?”

“I’m not sure yet,” I teased. “Now, move! I need to get outside.”

By the time I burst through the front door, Hayden was halfway down the bus steps, his face lighting up as he saw me.

“Mom,” he called, running toward me, his backpack bouncing behind him. “Guess what we did in science today?”

“Tell me,” I said, kneeling to hug him, my heart racing from the mad dash.

Behind me, I heard the door creak open. Glancing back, I saw Liam leaning against the frame, looking utterly unbothered by the chaos.

“Made it just in time,” he said, smirking.

I shot him a look, my cheeks still flushed. “Barely.”

“Hey, if this is the level of entertainment I can expect, I might stick around more often,” he teased, his grin widening.

“You’re a menace,” I muttered, but my smile betrayed me.

“Maybe,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “But admit it—you’d miss me if I weren’t.”

As Hayden launched into an enthusiastic explanation about his science project, I couldn’t help but think he might be right.

For all the chaos, for all the tangles and near-disasters, life with Liam had a way of making everything feel a little brighter.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Liam

The supper club was precisely what you’d expect to find in small-town Wisconsin: warm, inviting, and smelling of deep-fried perfection.

The neon “Friday Night Fish Fry” sign flickered just above the door, its red and green glow a beacon for locals and tourists alike.

The supper club was alive with energy. We didn’t go to our usual spot in Buttercup Lake. It was too packed for the night, so we chose one about ten minutes down the road in the opposite direction.

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