Chapter - Liam
Liam
Poppy rode the bumper cars until she nearly knocked two kids sideways, grinning like she hadn’t seen the things she had. Jenny watched from the edge of the rink, her arms wrapped around herself, but for once she didn’t look haunted.
She caught me watching her and tried to hide her smile.
“You’re not going to ride?” I asked.
“Bumper cars?” she said dryly. “Do I look like I have a death wish?”
I grinned. “You survived the Tilt-a-Whirl.”
“Barely.”
She rolled her eyes when I handed her a lemonade, but her fingers brushed mine as she took it, and that simple touch shot straight through me like a live wire.
For the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like the world was ending. I was glad my brother had married my fiancée while I was fighting a war. I could even breathe a sigh of relief. That still didn’t mean I would ever speak to my brother. Even though their marriage only lasted two years.