The corners of her mouth slightly rose. “I know that. But maybe what Aurora needs right now is to get her emotions, for lack of a better word, under control.”
“Do you know where she is?”
She nodded.
“You do, but you won’t tell me?”
“I won’t tell you.”
I exhaled and pushed my hand through my hair. “Will you at least tell her this? I fired Kim; I didn’t tell her about that day, and that I want to tell her myself how Kim found out. Please tell her that for me. And Lou, I have feelings for your sister that I have been trying to deny for averylong time. That is part of the reason I pushed her away with the words I did not mean. I can’t explain it to you here, but I would really love a chance to explain to Aurora.”
Her brows rose as her eyes went wide. “Wait, you mean you have feelings other than friendship?”
I nodded.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Granny said you did.”
“It would break Winnie’s heart—and mine—if we were to lose Aurora. If you tell her anything, please tell her that.”
I turned and reached for the doorknob when Lou stopped me by calling my name.
“Liam?”
Glancing back at her, I asked, “Yeah?”
“May I offer you a piece of advice?”
I smiled. “Please.”
“Just because I won’t tell you where she is doesn’t mean you should stop looking for her. I mean, if youfoundher, I think it would mean something to her.”
She used air quotes around the word found.
She suddenly smiled, and it was more of a sinister smile than a friendly one. “I wasn’t sure if you needed to stop by my parents’ house and say hi. It’s been a long time since you said hi to them, after all.”
Frowning, I said, “I don’t know your parents on that level of simply stopping by to say hi, Lou.”
Her smile faded, and a look of utter disappointment crossed her face. “Jesus, do you need written instructions on making up with my sister, or should I just take your hand and walk you there?”
It dawned on me what she was saying. “No.” I smirked. “I think I got it now.”
She threw her hands up. “Finally! Praise be.”
“Praise be! Amen!” Granny called out from the other side of the door.
When I opened the door, the woman nearly fell into my arms. I steadied her, and she squeezed my upper arms.
“Oh. Dear. My goodness, you are built. That shirt is deceiving. I was just…well, never mind. Lou, someone up front needs your expertise on finding a particular BDSM book.”
“Right, I’m on it.”
Lou quickly rounded the desk and headed out the door.
Looking down at Granny…er…Minnie, I asked, “She’s not really going to help someone find a book on BDSM, is she?”
Granny huffed. “She’s the house expert. You can show yourself out. I need to put my dogs up; it’s been a busy day.”
I watched as Granny moved into the office, turned, gave me a slight push out the door, and then slammed it.
