Liam woke Sunday morning with regret. Not that he’d been with Riley—if there was a better way to spend a weekend than making love to a beautiful woman, watching classic movies, and noshing on Chinese and pizza, he didn’t know what it was—but because their alone time was almost over. Who knew when the next opportunity would present itself? Determined to make the most of what time they had left, he slipped out of bed and headed downstairs.
Riley was not a morning person. He’d known this about her in an abstract sense, but seeing the truth in action was a whole different thing. She was so adorably befuddled in the morning until she’d had her coffee. Granted, she’d gotten very little actual sleep, but Liam had a feeling that didn’t matter much, so he went ahead and started the coffee. As the
