Liam James (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #9)

Chapter 8 Jenny

Jenny

Poppy was grinning, pouring half the syrup bottle over her pancakes, pretending she didn’t hear us bickering like a couple of teenagers.

Liam leaned back in the booth, arms folded, watching the parking lot through the window like he expected trouble to roll in on cue.

But when he looked at me again, it was different. Softer. Like maybe he was seeing past the red hair, past the fake names, which were no longer used, past all the mess that had been my life lately.

And that was dangerous. Because the longer I looked back, the more I wanted to let him.