Ella
I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed spending one-on-one time with Liam until we were sitting across from each other at a divey sports bar downtown, sharing a plate of chips and dip while a group of rather rowdy men in soccer jerseys cheered around a television at the bar.
“You look incredible,” he said, gesturing at me with a tortilla chip topped with chunky salsa. He popped the chip into his mouth and spoke around it. “Seriously, Ella. There’s something different about you.”
I touched my face self-consciously. “It’s just the pregnancy glow everyone talks about. Dr. Evelyn says it’s perfectly normal.”
“No, it’s more than that.” Liam leaned back in his chair, studying me with those perceptive eyes of his. “You’re… I don’t know how to explain it. You seem genuinely hap
