Page 31 of When It Rains He Pours

“He might, and if he does he'll let me know.” Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, he picked up the broom off the floor and put it back in the closet. “So, are you curious about what I want to show you?”

“A little.” Wiping my hands on my pants, I looked around, happy to not have to look at the mess of art bleeding on the floor. “What is it?”

“You're just going to have to wait until we get there.”

Eyeing him curiously, I smiled. “Okay then. Thank you again for all this.”

“You have to stop thanking me.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Giggling, I watched him slink over the clean floor with a smile.

“Just enjoy what I can give you.”

Cocking my head, my brows scrunched into the bridge of my nose. “And what is it you plan on giving me?”

“A fresh start.” His fingertips slipped over my neck, and his eyes sparkled with a hidden agenda.

But it wasn't just his extremely sexy voice or sharp features that grabbed me. There was something about him; his presence could be felt, his kindness didn't seem like a mask.

When he talked, I felt it. When he looked at me, I felt it. When he touched me, it went deeper than the surface, heating me to the core.

“I don't understand.” Tilting my head against his hand, I stared back at him.

“You will.” Smiling, Liam bent down and kissed the top of my head. “I promise you that.”

My life was starting to feel like a fairy tale. I had suddenly morphed into Cinderella and Liam had become my Prince Charming.

I had never believed in shit like that before. That you could stumble into someone who could make you feel things you never knew existed. Like the world didn't matter as long as that person was standing right there beside you.

But the look in his eyes was making me reconsider everything I thought I knew.

Because maybe I had found my prince after all.

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