Meg padded into the kitchen, half-expecting everyone to be at the kitchen table. Instead, what she found was a carafe of coffee, still hot in the container, and a little note on the table.
Took Harley to the park for a play date with his girlfriends.
Reed and Olivia called to invite you for dinner at 4 pm.
We’ll just get something while we’re out.
Love,
Mom
“Girlfriends?” she nearly spilled the hot coffee on the table. “What is she, a pimp?”
Meg shook her head and grabbed a fresh bagel from the bag on the counter. She pulled the cream cheese from the fridge and put a little on the bagel. When she was finished, Meg put the cream cheese away and left the kitchen. She passed by a clock on the way to her room and cursed. It really didn’t feel like it should be half past one. That didn’t leave much time for her to get ready.
She raced into the room and pulled out some clothes from her bag and frowned. During her trip to England, she hadn’t really spent much time wearing jeans or anything like that. The one pair of shorts she brought was already in the dirty clothes. Meg shrugged and pulled out the pretty light green summer dress she bought there. It was different than anything else she owned, but with Nicolas’s great taste, it was hard to say no.
The dress had two thin straps and dipped low into her cleavage. There was no possibility of wearing a bra with it. She guessed there had to be a plus side to not having very big breasts, in this case big enough to fill out well but not so big they bounced much without a bra. The dress fell in soft layers from the waist down and stopped just at mid-thigh. It was a little daring, but it would be nice to show it off to Olivia.
Meg pulled out the chunky strappy sandals she bought to go with the dress and smiled. They would be proud to know that they had such influence over her. Well, maybe not if they knew about kissing Liam twice and nearly going a bit further.
Her heart raced just thinking about it. She had nearly forgotten. They had nearly had sex. Well, almost nearly. Did that count? It counted in her book, and, judging by the ridge in his pants, it counted for him as well. She sighed. So close. If she got her hands on the jerk who broke in, she was going to kick in him the junk for ruining her chance. And Lord help him if that was her only chance. She wasn’t above pulling out chunks of hair and biting.
Meg gathered her things and went into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and waited for steam to fill the room.
She watched the mirror fog in front of her and thought of Liam. There was no way she was going to see Reed and not say something about the job offer, not that she had a real say, but there just had to be another way.
In the end, maybe she just wasn’t meant to be with Liam. Her chest ached with pain.
She sighed and stepped into the shower. Meg didn’t have time to think about this. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Either way she’d be losing him.
* * *
Liam sat quietly on the couch. Visiting Reed and Olivia hadn’t really been what he was expecting to do that day, but turning down Olivia wasn’t something he wanted to do either. He watched as she rocked quietly in her arms and smiled.
“Reed will be right out.” She grinned. “Violet decided she didn’t like his shirt.”
Liam frowned. He wasn’t really used to babies, so he wasn’t sure what she did, but he sure didn’t want it happening to him.
A buzzer went off in the kitchen.
“Oh, the lasagna.” Olivia jumped up and walked over to him. “Would you mind holding her while I get that?”
She placed Violet in his arms and didn’t wait for a reply before racing off.
He cradled her carefully in his arms and looked down at her pudgy little face.
The doorbell rang, and he jumped.
“Can you get that?” Olivia called from the kitchen.
Liam stood awkwardly and made his way slowly to the door. He opened the door and stood there,
Took Harley to the park for a play date with his girlfriends.
Reed and Olivia called to invite you for dinner at 4 pm.
We’ll just get something while we’re out.
Love,
Mom
“Girlfriends?” she nearly spilled the hot coffee on the table. “What is she, a pimp?”
Meg shook her head and grabbed a fresh bagel from the bag on the counter. She pulled the cream cheese from the fridge and put a little on the bagel. When she was finished, Meg put the cream cheese away and left the kitchen. She passed by a clock on the way to her room and cursed. It really didn’t feel like it should be half past one. That didn’t leave much time for her to get ready.
She raced into the room and pulled out some clothes from her bag and frowned. During her trip to England, she hadn’t really spent much time wearing jeans or anything like that. The one pair of shorts she brought was already in the dirty clothes. Meg shrugged and pulled out the pretty light green summer dress she bought there. It was different than anything else she owned, but with Nicolas’s great taste, it was hard to say no.
The dress had two thin straps and dipped low into her cleavage. There was no possibility of wearing a bra with it. She guessed there had to be a plus side to not having very big breasts, in this case big enough to fill out well but not so big they bounced much without a bra. The dress fell in soft layers from the waist down and stopped just at mid-thigh. It was a little daring, but it would be nice to show it off to Olivia.
Meg pulled out the chunky strappy sandals she bought to go with the dress and smiled. They would be proud to know that they had such influence over her. Well, maybe not if they knew about kissing Liam twice and nearly going a bit further.
Her heart raced just thinking about it. She had nearly forgotten. They had nearly had sex. Well, almost nearly. Did that count? It counted in her book, and, judging by the ridge in his pants, it counted for him as well. She sighed. So close. If she got her hands on the jerk who broke in, she was going to kick in him the junk for ruining her chance. And Lord help him if that was her only chance. She wasn’t above pulling out chunks of hair and biting.
Meg gathered her things and went into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and waited for steam to fill the room.
She watched the mirror fog in front of her and thought of Liam. There was no way she was going to see Reed and not say something about the job offer, not that she had a real say, but there just had to be another way.
In the end, maybe she just wasn’t meant to be with Liam. Her chest ached with pain.
She sighed and stepped into the shower. Meg didn’t have time to think about this. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Either way she’d be losing him.
* * *
Liam sat quietly on the couch. Visiting Reed and Olivia hadn’t really been what he was expecting to do that day, but turning down Olivia wasn’t something he wanted to do either. He watched as she rocked quietly in her arms and smiled.
“Reed will be right out.” She grinned. “Violet decided she didn’t like his shirt.”
Liam frowned. He wasn’t really used to babies, so he wasn’t sure what she did, but he sure didn’t want it happening to him.
A buzzer went off in the kitchen.
“Oh, the lasagna.” Olivia jumped up and walked over to him. “Would you mind holding her while I get that?”
She placed Violet in his arms and didn’t wait for a reply before racing off.
He cradled her carefully in his arms and looked down at her pudgy little face.
The doorbell rang, and he jumped.
“Can you get that?” Olivia called from the kitchen.
Liam stood awkwardly and made his way slowly to the door. He opened the door and stood there,
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