“I’ll grab the salads on my way out, Mrs. Alston.”
“Sharon, Liam. You can call me, Sharon.”
“Okay. I will.” Not. Liam closed the French doors. Calling Mrs. Alston Sharon didn’t work for him. He’d known her since he was ten years old, and he thought of her as his second mother. At one point, he’d thought maybe she would actually be his second mother, but that was a long time ago, before he grew up. Liam’s stomach muscles tightened, and he shook his head. The last thing he needed to do was travel down that road again. It’d been more than four years since he’d last seen Chase, but with just one thought, the memories came flooding back, breaking a piece of his heart all over again. He refused to let it happen. He was in a good place, and that’s where he planned to stay.
Liam walked over to
