Page 73 of My Wife
“What was that all about?” he asks.
I gesture dismissively.
Liam’s stare tells me he’s not going to cast it back into the lake, so I recap Mrs. Kirby’s comments.
Not surprisingly, he grunts.
After knocking some sense into my head by mainlining a pot of coffee, and preparing for the day, Liam emerges from the shower. He wears a pair of well-fitted jeans and a soft t-shirt that looks as if it would feel like butter between my fingers. He smooths his hand through his damp hair without throwing off its effortless style. His lips quirk when my gaze lengthens.
“I knew there was something you liked about me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“At least you’re not in your seventies.”
I roll my eyes and then blink a few times.
“Have something in your eye?” he asks.
I must be sleeping. This is a dream. No, a nightmare. Is Liam Ellis flirting? No amount of coffee would make it so I could handle that. Chocolate on the other hand …
Before KJ and I start a baking project, I give his dad, my boss, the man with the abs of stone, the rundown of his agenda for the upcoming week.
“Schedule in car shopping.”
I ignore him and plow ahead. “I still need something signed for Grandma Dolly.”
The corner of his lip lifts as if he’s contemplating an abs shot.
“Actually, make it a team photo. We could have the starting line sign it and anyone else who’s willing.”
“That’s asking a lot.”
“You’re the captain, aren’t you? Flex those muscles.”
My cheeks flame.
His lips quirk.
Silence stretches between us until the kid honks the horn on his little trike, telling us he wants to take a walk.
Liam says, “You’re being bossy.”
“I think you like it.”
The week folds into the following month without a signed photo, a new car, or a consensus on whether Liam Ellis is a secret flirt.
However, we do spend a lot of time together. It can’t be helped given how my responsibilities are split between personal assistant tasks and being KJ’s nanny.
One afternoon, he and I go downstairs to bring Mrs. Kirby a homemade applesauce Bundt cake with a spiced doughnut flavor sugar topping when we meet Liam at the elevator.
I say and sign, “You’re home early.”
He scratches his temple, seemingly distracted. “I have a lot going on.”
Straightening, I say, “I’m here to lighten your load.”
“And bring baked goods to the enemy?”
