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Liam
Mila stood in front of the mirror at her old condo in the city.
She caught sight of me looking at her and arched a brow.
“Just admiring your…outfit,” I said with a faint grin.
She wore a short, sassy skirt, tights, and a black bra. Nothing else.
“I don’t want to get make-up on my sweater,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I didn’t bring that many changes of clothes.”
We’d flown back here to have dinner with Raye and her boyfriend and Michelle, Jake and little Brant, Jake and Michelle’s son.
He was a month old today and Jake had called us a couple days ago, asking when we might be back in town.
Michelle is going stir-crazy and wants to talk to some adults…other than me, he’d said with laughter in his voice.
So here we were, taking a weekend away from the island to spend with family.
I leaned against the door frame, watching as Mila dusted something on her cheeks before picking up a tube of lipstick. Her eyes met mine in the mirror once more. “You should go…I don’t know…comb your hair,” she said.
I skimmed a hand back over my ruthlessly short cut. “There.”
She just laughed. “Go on, shoo.”
“You trying to get rid of me?” I asked.
“I’m trying to keep from being late.” She turned around, watching me as she applied her lipstick.
How women could do that without looking in the mirror amazed me.
Once she was done, she capped the tube and put it down.
“Why would we be late?” I let my gaze drift over her.
“Because ofthat,” she said, pointing at me. “I see how you’re looking at me. Now…go. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”
I had been contemplating pushing her skirt up over her hips. Instead, I left and made my way into the kitchen.
Mila joined me a few minutes later, carrying a pair of boots in her hand. I watched as she sat down to tug them on. “What are you going to do with this place?”
She shrugged. “I’m still trying to decide. I might just keep it, so we have a place to stay when we come visit everybody.” She grinned at me. “Or if I get the urge to go on a shopping spree.”
One thing she didn’t like about the island—she couldn’t shop until she dropped. I didn’t see that as a bad thing, but then again, I wasn’t exactly into fashion.
She zipped her second boot, then stood up. “We can go!”
I moved over to her and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “You look beautiful.”
Her eyes softened, and she reached for me, but before she could tug me closer, I backed away. I winked at her. “We don’t want to be late, remember?”
* * *
We weren’tbut Raye and Kane were.
We’d been standing around the kitchen, nibbling on some food Michelle had put out—canapes—she’d told me. Seemed like a fancy word for appetizers.
