Chapter 4
Carmen watched Liam move around her kitchen as if instinctively knowing where to find things. The lack of food in her refrigerator embarrassed her. It was fine for her, but Liam was a chef. He created things, fancy dishes with multiple ingredients. And she had nothing to offer him.
She continued to gnaw on the nub that remained of her thumbnail. Her stomach flopped. Liam shouldn’t be here. She couldn’t continue her wallowing in his presence. At least he bought her story about not remembering their night. And he was kind enough to lie right back instead of calling her out.
After starting another pot of coffee, the one item she’d been practically living on, she sat at the table and watched Liam. Incredible smells filled the kitchen and her stomach grumbled.
“What would you like
