Liam laughed, and it warmed my chilled body. “I know you weren’t. Come on, let me show you where the dog food is kept.”
Once we were in the kitchen, he grabbed one of the cabinets—and a whole bank of them opened together, like a door. “The pantry is behind here, hidden.”
My mouth fell open. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
He chuckled and winked at me. I refused to pay attention to the way my stomach dipped at that wink.
“The dog food’s in here, as well as a lot of other food. Please help yourself to any of it.”
I walked into the massive walk-in pantry and let my eyes roam the shelves. “You have a sweet tooth.”
“I do, that’s why I love this pantry. Out of sight, out of mind, but I know it’s here if I want some.”
My finger ran along a row of breakfast cereals, then I took in another shelf full of junk food. He hadeverything…and when my eyes landed on a bag of miniature Reese’s Cups, I gasped.
“I like these. No, Ilovethese!” Turning to look at him, I pointed to the bag. “Liam, I know that I love these! They’re my favorite candy.”
A wide smile erupted on his face at the discovery, and without even thinking, I launched myself at him. He caught me, then barely managed to keep his footing before I took us to the floor.
“I remembered something else!”
He spun me around with a laugh, then set me back down on the floor. “That’s great, Mallory! Grab the bag—oh, and the black licorice. We’ll have those as snacks tonight for movie night.”
“Movie night?” I asked, grabbing both bags and following him out of the huge pantry.
“Yeah. I thought maybe we could start watching movies, and maybe they might help trigger certain memories.”
“Good idea. It would be nice if more important memories started coming back, no matter the method.”
I set the candy on the kitchen island then slipped onto a stool while Liam opened the freezer and took out something covered in tinfoil.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting dinner ready to go into the oven. Sorry, I know I said I’d make steaks tonight, but this will be easier. Randy gets off between four-thirty and five, and it’s about a fifty-minute drive or so from the station to here. I figure if I get this lasagna in the oven now, it will be ready by the time he gets here.”
“You made lasagna?” I asked. Again, confused how I could remember whatthatwas, but not whoIwas.
“Don’t look so surprised. I’ll have you know, I’m a good cook. I think I already said that once.”
Laughing, I held up my hands. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Would you like me to make a salad?”
“That would be awesome.”
I made myself at home in Liam’s kitchen as I gathered everything I needed for a salad. It should’ve felt strange working alongside him, given that we barely knew each other. Instead, it felt easy and right. It was like I had been living here a year, not a day. Well…three, if you counted the days I was asleep.
“I’ve got some work to do in my office for a bit. Are you okay with the rest of this, or do you need help?”
Waving him away, I said, “I’ve got it. I find it relaxing to chop up veggies. Go work.”
He looked unsure for a moment, then nodded. “If you need anything, just give me a shout. I’m just down the hall.”
“I will.”
Liam stood there, almost looking unwilling to leave. “Did you print out a shoe-size chart?”
“I did. I’m a six and a half.”
His hand rose to the back of his neck, and he started to rub it. “Did you make a list of clothes?”
