So far, this has been the best trip I could imagine. Liam turned on some fun music as we drove, and it wasn’t long before we fell into comfortable conversation and laughter. After about 30 minutes of driving, Liam had reached over and held my hand. He hadn’t made a move to let it go over an hour later.
“How you feeling, baby?” he asked for about the tenth time.
“Liam, I already told you when you asked 10 minutes ago. I am wonderful. Not nauseous at all,” I told him with a smile.
“Good, just want to make sure. If you need a break, just let me know. We can stop anytime you need,” he reassured me. I smiled warmly at him.
Before he came back to the Inn, I never knew how thoughtful and sweet he was. The only time he had ever shown me any genuine kindness was the night my bedroom at the
