“You guys can rest up.” She pulled open the front door. “We’ll come fetch you before therun.”
I spun around. “Wait, where’s the secondbedroom?”
“We were told you’d besharing. . .”
Did she honestly think I’d share a bed with a guy I wasn’t dating? “Bywhom?”
Liam placed a hand on my forearm. “We are sharing. Thanks,Jane.”
She gave him a dazzlingly brightsmile.
Once she’d shut the door, I muttered, “I suppose you could stay withher. I bet she wouldn’tmind.”
“I suppose I could, but unlike some people, I didn’t come here to screw girls. Plus she’s a little young for mytaste.”
I inhaled sharply. “You shouldn’t attack people when they aren’t here to defend themselves,Liam.”
“That wasn’t an attack. It was aremark.”
“It was a very judgmental remark for someone who had sex with a girl while his buddies were playing poker in his livingroom.”
A beat of silence descended overus.
After almost a full minute, Liam asked, “Why didn’t you tell Ingrid she had it wrong aboutSienna?”
I’d been sitting halfway across the dining hall, yet he’d heard the conversation? I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or annoyed. “Because it’s none of her business. None of anyone’s business. Besides, thanks to you, I’m not his girlfriend, amI?”
“If I’m supposed to feel bad aboutthat—”
“It was just a remark,” Isaid.
“Uh-huh.”
“Anyway, we’re not sharing abed.”
His eyebrows lowered, darkening his chocolate eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take the couch. But I’ll have to go through the bedroom to use the bathroom. Just in case you were planning on sleeping in the buff.” His gaze locked onmine.
I hoisted my backpack higher on my shoulder and then headed toward the bedroom. “If you need the toilet, it’s now ornever.”
A crooked grin settled over his lips. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a bossystreak?”
“I’ve heard it said, but usually behind myback.”
Liam chuckled. “Might be because we’d like to keep our balls attached to the rest of ourbodies.”
As I entered the bedroom, my anger dissipated a little. I set down my bag on a wicker chair propped in the corner of the small room, underneath a window that gave right onto the living room of the cottage next to ours. I closed the blinds, then pulled out my phone, but like Jane had said, there was no reception, so I put it away and took out the rest of my clothes, setting everything neatly atop thedresser.
The toilet flushed and then water ran, and then it shut off and Liam strode out of the bathroom, running his wet hand through his dark locks. “Have a nice nap.” He offered me a smile before shutting the bedroomdoor.
I contemplated locking it, but there was no lock. Hoping he wouldn’t barge inside, I stripped down to my underwear and tank top and slid underneath thecomforter.
I woke upto loud banging. “Ness!”
I blinked, disoriented for a moment. When the room swam into focus, I all but lurched out of bed. “I’m awake!” I said before Liam couldenter.
I tugged on my jeans, then alternately dragged my hand through my hair and rubbed sleep out of myeyes.
I opened the door. Liam stood there barefoot in an unbuttoned plaid shirt and a pair of unbelted, low-slung jeans. “Moon’sup.”
