“When did you learn to be a barista?” Liam asked, his gaze fixed on the heart-shaped foam art floating atop the coffee Anna had made.
“Back in college. I’ve always liked coffee,” Anna replied lightly.
“And what else do you like?”
Liam’s question made Anna set down the fork she had been holding.
“Why are you suddenly so curious about my life?” she teased, resting her chin on her hand. “Aren’t you afraid you might fall in love with me?”
“Are you trying to flirt with me, Anna?”
Liam’s gaze sharpened, studying her as though he could see straight through her thoughts.
“N-no! I wouldn’t dare,” Anna blurted out, catching the warning edge in his tone. “I was just joking.”
“Then why do you look afraid of me?”
Anna swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry, her tongue frozen in place. There was n
