thouse she stepped into was far more inviting than she had imagined-modern, tastefully mi

leep on the car ride home, his small fingers still curled tigh

ing sharp lines along his chiseled jaw. Even seated in a wheelch

motioning toward a hallway. "His room's the second

oks, puzzles, and toys. She laid him on the bed, smoothing the covers over his tiny frame. He stirred but didn't

drink in his hand. The silence between them wasn'

reaking the quiet. "Liam... he doesn't take to

ded. "Maybe we're both just a little lost.

d girl from the Upper East Side. Not the desperate sister. But the woman who

," he murmured. "I thought maybe I wa

d, stepping forward. "But maybe he

wasn't a full smile, but it was the firs

what I expec

what? A gold-digger

moment she saw the wh

et, and took down a glass. "Well, lucky for you, I've

p, and turned. "If we're doing this, Theo, I ne

ms. "Loyalty. Stability. Kindness to

mise most of that. But I might be

pected, genuine. It startled her,

said, "I ca

ttled. The clock on the

morning," she said, t

he called

lance

or today. For

just barely. "G

o a room that didn't feel temporary-but like the