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Liam’s apartment was tidy. An odd word to describe a man’s apartment, but it was the first one to come to mind whenever she visited him. Moira attributed it to the fact that he worked crazy hours at the restaurant, but today, she suddenly realized the space was devoid of Liam. He had the barest essentials for living room furniture. Nothing comfortable and inviting, just utilitarian.
His kitchen, on the other hand, was amazing. Here was the color and luxury and decadence. He didn’t say anything as he chopped vegetables and dripped oil into a pan.
And Moira knew better than to start a conversation. Other than a perfunctory greeting when he let her in, Liam was in his zone. A radio mounted under the cabinet provided his sound track. As he worked, mouthwatering smells filled the air and
