Page 132 of The Reno
“I’m coming back, Liam.”
He kissed me again, this time, my cheeks, my eyelids and my forehead. Tender, soft kisses that took away the sting of my tears.
“I’ve said my bit.”
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered.
I pressed myself into Liam’s chest, inhaling him, squeezing him tight.
“I’m going to miss you too, Red.”
His hands were in my hair, his lips on my forehead.
“Just come back to me.”
I left the next morning, creeping out of the annexe so I wouldn’t wake Liam, who was sound asleep, lightly snoring with his hand over his eyes. On his kitchen island, I left a note and aUSB that I knew contained a ridiculous number of files.
As promised, for HBC & Lily’s. Don’t invite nosy designers into your home if you don’t want them to redesign every aspect of your life. — Red
THIRTY-EIGHT
Six Weeks, Four Days and Nine Hours Later
Kat’s To-Do List
Quotes for moving companies
Clean out room at Mum & Graham’s
Draft job description for Willa
Pay the last instalments for Dad’s house
Gifts from London for Abi??
Reply to Sandra
