Page 96 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“Fuck me. Don’t tell anyone.”
A giggle teased its way out of her, spreading across them both until, before long, they were laughing like a couple of idiots. After what went down at the cottage between Rowan and Annabeth, she knew how much sound the security system could pick up.
And she honestly didn’t understand Annabeth’s thought process. She, her father, Liam, and Simone had stood around the screen, sipping their wine and watching the whole thing. Of course, they pretended not to have heard a peep when Rowan and Annabeth returned.
But her father had a horrible poker face when it came to these types of things and nearly gave them away, stumbling over his words as he awkwardly walked back to his room.
Jamison shielded her face from the camera with a flattened hand. “Did Rowan say anything?” she mouthed. “About Annabeth?”
Liam rolled to his side, mirroring her position. “When we were finally alone, I asked if he was okay. He just shrugged and said he’d wear her down, eventually.”
“You should have asked more questions!” she whisper-shouted. “If Samuel and Evie had gotten into a big argument like that, you would have been all up in his business.”
“That’s different.”
“How is that different?”
“Because I’m comfortable telling Samuel to fuck off when he’s being an idiot. Rowan’s a nice guy, and we’re working closely together.” He yawned, his eyelids growing heavy. “I don’t want to make things weird.”
She understood. If someone pried into their lives, she’d shut it down in a heartbeat. So would Liam. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t gossip for a second.
“What about Abe and Izzy?”
That had his eyes reopening. “Something’s happening there.”
“He cooked for her.”
“I thought that’s what I heard, but I didn’t believe it. Does he even know how to do that?”
“Apparently.”
Liam grinned. “Honestly, I did think this was how it’d play out.”
“Abe being smitten and Izzy being responsible for it?”
“Something like that.”
She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. How had she survived without him for those six months?
In truth, she hadn’t survived. Not really. She’d been a shell, with surviving being the last thing she was doing. Liam was her entire world. Her best friend. Her lover. Her confidant.
Her forever.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And I think I need therapy.”
“I love you too.” The grin on his lips dimmed into something bittersweet and infused with love. “Can we also have sessions together?”
God, he was perfect. Not just because he supported her unconditionally, but because he was also willing to admit when he needed support, too. Always ready to stand beside her, no matter how messy it got.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to use the same therapist, though. I’ve got mine. We can find someone you’re comfortable with, but I’d like us to find a totally separate person from those two for couples counseling.”
“What an interesting strategy.” It was her turn to grin. “It almost sounds like a plan your mother would devise.”
“God, don’t tell her.”
“All these secrets you want me to keep.” She squealed when he tickled her under the sheets. “Fine! Fine! My lips are sealed.”
