Liam's thoughts tend to stray at times, "was I okay? Well, I couldn’t stop staring at my best friend’s breasts , so I wasn’t sure that was okay." There are times Liam's girl has to do some convincing:
“Because it’s my job to take care of you. You need to be able to walk into work tomorrow.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, earning another groan.
“Limping works just fine.” He gave me his signature scowl.
I liked thia book, I loved Liam.
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