“Liam! Riley!”
Liam tightened his arm around Riley’s shoulders and kept his voice low. “Don’t make eye contact. First rule of traversing enemy territory—keep moving and don’t draw attention to yourself.”
“Enemy territory?”
“Getting cornered by the Casserole Patrol this close to the start of the fireworks means we’d be guaranteed to miss the show.”
Her arm snaked around his waist and she leaned into him. “My big bad Marine is afraid of three elderly ladies?”
“Three busy bodies, more like. If they manage to pin us down for a conversation, they’ll have an engagement announcement in tomorrow’s paper and names picked out for all three of our future kids. Rumor has it, they’ve already started knitting baby stuff for Cam and Norah, and they haven’t even set a date for the wedding. No, thank
