I sat perched on Liam’s lap, refusing to yield, while she fidgeted with her documents. Every shift in her chair made it clearer, she couldn’t stand the sight of me there.

After a few weak excuses about “needing to review things further,” she gathered her papers and left, though not without one last lingering look at Liam.

That look said she planned to return.

I only smiled inwardly. Better she keep her eyes elsewhere. If Liam needed to conclude business, I’d much rather it be with ...