“You’re cooking?” she asked, her voice betraying her surprise.
Liam didn’t even look up. “It’s breakfast, not rocket science. Sit.”
Allie hesitated. “I really need to get going—”
“I said, sit.” His tone was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.
Reluctantly, she sat at the table. The aroma of porridge and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but she barely tasted
the food as she shoveled it down.
“You’re going to burn your tongue like that,” Liam said, sitting across from her. His gaze was sharp, as though he could see through her facade.
“I’m fine,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Liam leaned back, his eyes narrowing. “Did you remember anything from last night?”
Allie froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth. “Last night? No, why?”
A flicker of disbelief crossed his fac
