Lilah POV
“Can we please take a photo that I can send my dad?” Liv juts out her bottom lip as we walk around the massive gingerbread display. “He’s been texting me like crazy, and I have nothing to show him.”
“Not really interested in being part of your charade,” Lachlan grumbles.
“Don’t you think your mom would want a photo?” she places her hands on her hips, and I bite my lip, knowing that Liv just poked a bear.
“If I wanted to send my mother a photo of my face,” he stepped closer towards her, “I’d snap a selfie.”
While I may be willing to forgive Liv, he’s not. Whatever issues he has with her obviously run deeper than mine.
“How long do you think it would take a person to eat this entire thing?”
I ran my fingers along the sugar-crystal-coated icing holding the life-sized ging
