Sophie shoved a crumpled list and the truck keys into my hands before I’d finished my coffee.
“Groceries, ice, propane, and the cake topper,” she said. “You two are going. Together. Now.”
Liam took the keys without a word and headed for the door. I grabbed my hoodie and followed.
The morning was cool, the kind that made the lake look like glass. It wouldn’t last.
The truck smelled like leather and pine. Liam drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. He didn’t turn on music. He didn’t speak for the first twenty minutes.
I watched the road blur past and tried not to notice how close his arm was to mine.
“You okay?” he asked when we hit the highway.
“Fine,” I said. “Why?”
“You’ve been quiet since last night.”
I glanced at him. He kept hi
