“Because you think it changes the past, and it doesn’t.” He pushed her hair behind her ear. “Make sense?”
Forever seemed to tick by. “Makes sense.” Chelsea’s fingers found his hand, and she squeezed. “Guess we should catch up with Chance. He probably thinks we got lost.”
Liam’s chest shook with a quiet rumble.
“What?”
He glanced down, positive she knew what made him chuckle, but her wide eyes waited, her eyebrows arched. She didn’t have a clue.
He hummed as they made their way, holding hands, down the block and around the corner to his Explorer, then he opened the back door. “Up and in.”
Her confusion hadn’t faded in the least. Liam made a note to expand how her thoughts drifted about them in bed—or out of one too. “If we’re going to be late, there should be a better reason than Romeo and Juliet.”