Carmen pushed back from the table and stood to help clear the dishes. She followed Liam into the kitchen and began to fill the sink.
“What are you doing?”
She glanced around. “There is no dishwasher, so I figured the dishes needed to get clean somehow.”
He turned the faucet off. “We take turns doing dishes around here. I cooked, so I don’t have to wash. And since you’re my guest, you don’t have dish duty either.”
Maggie bounced into the room. “Time for presents!” she announced. She sounded more like a twelve-year-old than a world-traveling twentysomething.
Carmen had not been looking forward to this part of the night. Other than the fruit basket, she hadn’t bought gifts for anyone. She didn’t even know anyone well enough to think about a gift. How awkward would it be to sit around and
