Jenny
Poppy came barreling out the front door with a backpack twice her size, nearly tripping over the porch steps. “I’m ready!” she yelled.
Max laughed. “You packed the whole house in there?”
“Only the important stuff,” she said, climbing into the backseat like she owned it. “I didn’t know they put backseats on trucks this old?”
“My Dad had this seat added a few years back,” Liam said.
Liam closed her door gently, scanning the street before glancing back at Fraiser. “Keep me updated,” he said.
Fraiser nodded. “Go buy us some time. We’ll find him.”
As the engine rumbled to life and the tires crunched over the gravel, I realized my hands weren’t shaking anymore.
Maybe it was because we were finally moving.
Or maybe it was because Liam James James, was behind the wheel, looking like the kind of man who could stop the world from breaking apart if he wanted to.
And God help me… maybe I wanted him to.