By Monday, things are still a little tense with Liam but we are cheerful together in the morning. ”Want me to iron your dress,” he offers when he sees me shaking it out as I pull it from the dryer. He is, of course, standing in his neatly pressed boxer shorts and socks, concentrating on a pair of khakis.

”Is it casual Monday for you, Yum?” I gesture at the pants.

He shakes his head. ”Oh, no. We’re doing a minor field visit with Clay ...