After clearing the table, I glanced at Liam, who seemed lost in thought. His usual teasing smirk was gone, replaced by a contemplative expression that piqued my curiosity.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, drying my hands with a towel.
He looked up, startled, as if I’d caught him in the middle of something. “Nothing,” he replied quickly, but the slight furrow in his brow gave him away.
I stepped closer, crossing my arms. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Am I?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not getting out of this. Spill it.”
He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “It’s just… it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this. You know, just sitting around, talking about child
