“Want to spend the day with me?”
A smile split my face. “I’d love that.”
Liam reached out, taking my hand and pulling me out of bed. “Well, then, let’s get moving, the day’s a-wasting.”
I let out a light laugh. “Suddenly a morning person?”
Liam bent, brushing his lips against mine. “I am when I get to spend the day with a beautiful woman.”
My cheeks heated. “Don’t kiss me. I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
Liam snuck in another quick kiss. “Don’t give a fuck.”
I shook my head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And don’t you forget it.” Liam stood from the bed, and my eyes zeroed in on his boxer-clad form. My belly clenched again. He was gorgeous: broad shoulders, defined pecs, rippled ab muscles that had me leaning forward just a bit, and that dusting of dark brown hair that disappeared beneath the band of his boxers. “Mind if I grab a quick shower?”
Liam’s voice brought me out of my daydream. I cleared my throat. “Oh, yeah, of course.” Liam smirked. He totally knew I’d been checking him out. “I’ll just make us some breakfast while you shower.”
“That’d be great.” Liam headed for the bathroom, and I watched his butt the whole way.
* * *
I’d just putthe biscuits in the oven when Liam emerged from the bathroom. His hair was still damp and fell in artful waves. My fingers itched to run through it. “Find everything you need?”
Liam scowled. “I smell like a girl.”
I placed the mixing bowl in the sink. “What do you mean?”
“You only had that girlie lavender body wash in your shower. I smell like flowers.”
I chuckled. “Sorry about that.”
Liam pulled me into his arms, kissing me soundly. My toes actually curled. Who knew that was a real thing? “I need to brush my teeth.”
Liam released me. “Go, get ready. I’ll pull whatever you just put in the oven out when the timer goes off.”
“Perfect.” I darted for the bathroom, Trouble on my heels. He’d become a master at doing all things with his cast in tow. I made quick work of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I even threw on a little mascara and lip gloss for good measure. I was spending the day with Liam. I had the urge to let out a girlie squeal but restrained myself.
By the time I exited the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, I knew I was grinning like a fool. When my gaze met Liam’s, I froze. He stood there, holding a gun. My gun. I swallowed hard.
Liam weighed the metal in his hand, his grip natural. “I was looking for a potholder. Imagine my surprise when I came across a 9mm instead.”
I mentally cursed. How could I have forgotten to move that? I had two guns. One in my nightstand, and one hidden in a kitchen drawer. I’d gotten neither through exactly legal means.
Liam’s eyes pinched closed. “Please tell me you know how to use this properly.”
My spine stiffened. “I know enough.” And I did. I knew basic gun safety. What I didn’t know was if I could actually hit something if I tried.
Liam grimaced. “Okay. New plan for today.” My brows rose in question. “You need to feel safe. I’m going to help with that.”
“We don’t need to—” I started, but Liam cut me off.
“I want to do this. Please, let me.” The look in his eyes was pleading.
I crumbled under its weight. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”
Liam set the gun on the counter. “First, we’re going to a gun range.”
