Page 75 of Falling for Love

Before I could ask what she meant, Millie’s cheery voice filled the chilly air.

“Liam, darling, it’s Millie. We’ve got ourselves a little situation down in the town square, and I thought of you immediately. Be a dear and come help Evie out of her predicament, will you?”

My stomach did a flip.

Liam. Of course, it had to be Liam.

I’d managed to avoid a couple of texts while I gave myself some breathing room.

That kiss spun me into a web of confusion. And well, I didn’t ignore the texts. I acknowledged them with a wacky meme, but lots of vague answers about when we could see each other again.

“Millie,” I hissed, my cheeks heating as she turned her back to me and kept talking. “You did not just call him!”

She waved me off, ending the call and tucking her phone back into her tote. “He’s on his way.”

“Millie,” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “I could’ve called roadside assistance or someone else—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, adjusting her scarf with a satisfied smile. “Liam’s practically family. Besides, he’s got that hero thing going for him. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

I wasn’t so sure about that.

The last thing I wanted was to seem like a damsel in distress, especially to Liam. But before I could argue further, the distant rumble of an engine grew louder, and sure enough, Liam’s truck came into view.

I looked at Millie and lifted my brows as I adjusted my wool cap. “You know this is why I didn’t join the Sunshine Breakfast Club, right?”

“You don’t have to. We come to you.” She chuckled. “Besides, that’s just a rumor.”

Smiling wryly, I gave her a hug. “What’s just a rumor?”

“That we’re a matchmaking club,” she said flatly. “That’s nonsense.”

“Is it? Because I can think of lots of other men who could have helped me. Some of them even being your sons-in-laws.”

She winked at me. “What’s the fun in that?”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

Liam pulled into the lot and parked a few spaces away, stepping out with the kind of confidence that made my knees feel just a little weak. Dressed in a fitted flannel and jeans, his blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the scene.

The temperature was in the twenties, so being a true Wisconsin native, a coat wasn’t apparently required.

“Well, well,” Liam said, as he strolled over. “What’s going on here?”

I did my best to look unbothered.

“Oh, nothing much. Just Millie trying her hand at auto locksmithing.”

“And she was doing a fine job,” Millie chimed in, grinning. “Until this stubborn lock decided to ruin my streak.”

Liam chuckled, his gaze sliding to me. “Locked out, huh?”

I nodded, my cheeks heating again. “Yep. Just one of those mornings.”

He tilted his head, his smile softening. “It happens. Let me take a look.”

Millie stepped back, gesturing grandly. “All yours, hero.”

Liam gave her a mock bow before crouching beside the truck door. He inspected the lock, his fingers brushing the edge of the window as he studied it.

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