“The kitchen is officially done,” Molly announced.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a rule that the kitchen isn’t done until it has food,” Autumn said.
Liam’s stomach chose that moment to let out a growl that rivaled a grizzly. “Case in point.”
Sharilyn collapsed onto the sofa. “The market is closed. Best I can do is PB and J and tap water.”
“You’ve got an in with the owner,” Matthew teased. “I bet he’d open after hours for you.”
From his position kneeling by the entertainment center, Liam watched Riley pointedly not react to the flirting as she began to break down the boxes they’d just emptied.
“I promised you all pizza. I’ll call it in as soon as I get these hauled to the trash.” Riley began to gather up the stack of boxes.
“Here, I’ll help you with that,” Liam said.
She angled her head in
