When Liam finally came into his bedroom at his parents’ house, the one I’d been using since he insisted I stay here for protection, he was still laughing.

I shot him a glare, pulling the blanket higher. “You caused that. If you’d told me you were coming back, I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself in the kitchen.”

He leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting. “Em, it’s nothing. Like my mother said, she’s seen worse. Jay made sure of that.”

“I still can’t picture Jay ...