I woke up, So early in the morning.
It wasn’t intentional. The lake house didn’t have blackout curtains, and the sun came through the thin white drapes like it had a personal vendetta against sleeping in. I rolled over, groaning, and stared at the ceiling.
Sophie was still out. Maya snored from the guest bed. Leo had crashed on the couch downstairs.
And somewhere outside, I heard the soft scrape of the dock against the pilings.
I knew who it was.
I dressed fast—oversized sweater, cutoffs, no makeup. I told myself I was just getting coffee. That running into Liam at 6am was a coincidence.
It wasn’t.
He was already there when I stepped onto the dock, mug in hand, bare feet hanging over the edge of the water. Henley rolled to his forearms, hair still damp from a shower. He
