Liam James (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #9)

Jenny

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe he named another son James.

I stacked the last box in the backseat, pretending like my hands weren’t shaking. It was ridiculous—I was thirty-one years old, had survived things that could break a person in half, but standing next to Liam James made my pulse feel like it was learning new tricks.

He was inspecting the tires, one arm resting on the hood, muscles shifting under that black T-shirt as if the sun had come out just for him. He noticed me looking. Said nothing, just that faint grin, as if he knew something I didn’t.

And God help me, but a part of me wondered if leaving town with him was more dangerous than staying.