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"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask, pulling Liam to the side before he can even respond. Mirriam gives me a disapproving look but I ignore it.
"Talk to me," Liam says, adjusting his glasses when we stop.
"What are you up to?" I ask plainly, unable to hide my suspicions.
"What do you mean?" he asks and I frown.
"What is all this I-love-your-mother bullshit?"
"Come on," he says, adjusting his glasses again, the gesture reminding me of how Linda tied and untied her hair. "I mean it when I say I love her."
I'm about to ask him another question when he raises his hand, signaling for me to stop.
"We're running late, we can't miss this flight," he says walking back to his car and I follow behind him. Mirriam is already in the passenger seat so Liam drives off almost immediat
