Megan stared at Liam's sleep-rumpled appearance, momentarily frozen without a response. When he realized she wasn't acknowledging him, Liam stepped inside, his gaze drifting to the eggs on the table.
"Made breakfast?"
"Mm."
She rubbed her hands together, answering softly. Liam lifted his eyes to study her, baffled by her awkwardness—completely unaware how effortlessly disarming his morning look was.
"The baby's still asleep. You should wash up first, Liam. Breakfast will be ready."
Heat crept up Megan's cheeks as she hurried toward the kitchen, desperate to hide her flustered state. Oblivious, Liam obeyed and headed to the bathroom. By the time he returned, Megan was already having some toast alone at the table.
He pulled out the chair opposite her, but before he could take a bite, a
