Liam's POV
Like she’d been waiting for me to finish brewing the coffee, the moment I set the pot aside, Isla stirred.
She yawned, slow and lazy, as if she’d just woken from the deepest sleep of her life.
Her hair was a mess, tangled across her face, and for a moment she just stared at me like she couldn’t place who I was or what she was doing there.
I said nothing. I poured the coffee into a cup, placed it carefully on a tray, and walked it over to her.
She was sitting on the couch, legs drawn up, her expression blank and distant. When I set the tray in front of her, she blinked once, twice, like her mind was trying to climb its way back into her body.
She muttered a quiet thank you, her voice still hoarse from last night. Then she reached for the cup with both hands and took a sm
