Across the room, Markie shuffled on his perch. “BAD DOG.”
I looked over at his enclosure. “That has been resolved.”
“DOG DATE.”
Cris burst out laughing. “You told the bird.”
“I didn’t tell the bird.”
“DOG DATE.”
I grabbed my coat. “Traitor.”
Cris plopped on my couch. “You’re going to have fun tonight.”
“That seems optimistic.”
“You like him.”
“I do.”
“He likes you.”
“That appears to be the case.”
“And you look hot.”
I paused in the doorway and glanced down at the heels again.
“Also,” she added thoughtfully, “you are going to be wearing heels and still be shorter than him.”
That image settled immediately in my mind. Standing next to Liam. In heels. And still having to look up at him.
The thought sent a strange little thrill through my stomach, which was extremely annoying.
I shook my head. “Fine.”
Cris grinned.
At that exact moment, someone knocked on the door.
Cris froze. “Oh my god.”
“That’s probably him.”
“Oh my god.”
I huffed. “You’re reacting like a teenager.”
She grabbed my shoulders and shoved me toward the door. “Open it.”
Taking a steadying breath, I opened the door, and all words vanished from my brain.
Liam looked really hot.
Dark jeans. Clean shirt. Boots. His hair was slightly damp, which suggested he had showered recently and run a hand through it instead of doing anything deliberate.
His gaze moved slowly from my heels to my dress and back up again.
