Liam rang Lily’s bell. Why she wanted to live above her mother’s diner, he would never understand. Kind of like Colin and Ryan had both lived above O’Leary’s Pub. When he was done with work, he wanted to get away, into his own space.
Lily opened the door with a bright smile and handed him a glass of wine.
“What’s this for?”
“We’re celebrating.”
He followed her into her apartment, which was really just a studio. She had a small love seat in front of a chest that held her TV. In the corner, her bed was situated beneath a window. Her kitchen consisted of a miniscule counter, an apartment-sized refrigerator and stove. The pots he’d given her last Christmas hung from a rack.
He shrugged out of his coat and laid it on a folding chair. They sat on the faded couch.
“I talked to my mom. I tol
