Carmen walked down the hall toward Liam’s apartment trying to figure out what she’d been thinking by suggesting she come here. She held tight to the carrier with their coffee as her bag with her laptop and binder of information pulled at her shoulder. Besides wanting to get away from her house, she wanted to see where Liam lived. She wanted to learn more about the man whose life would be intertwined with hers for at least the next year.
Still, it would’ve made more sense for him to come to her house; that’s where the truck was parked. He would need time to get the lay of the land if he planned to restart the truck and hit the road.
As she neared Liam’s door, it flung open and a cute blonde rushed out, calling over her shoulder, “Late for work. Call you later.” As she rushed past Carmen,
