In the midst of organizing the Taste of Maple Falls festival, my office in Liam's house looked like a war zone of creativity - notes everywhere, my laptop open with a dozen tabs, and sketches of festival layouts. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear Liam enter until he cleared his throat.

Liam stood in the doorway, his casual elegance epitomized in the effortless way he wore his clothes - a perfectly fitted gray T-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and jeans that ...