She giggles, much to my shock, and pumps her small arm up and down to shake his hand.

“Yup! I’m five. See,” she yells in her youthful glee and pulls her hand from his and holds it inches from his face to show him all of her pink tipped fingers. “Want me to give you a make-up-ver?” She asks with a big smile.

Liam looks up at me with a smile and a question in his eyes.

“Baby, Liam doesn’t want you to give him a make-over. He’s got to go.” I give him a hard glare and hope he gets a hint.

“Go where?” Molly asks.

“Yeah, babe, where?” Liam adds with a smile. That damn knee-melting smile.

“Home.”

“Nope. I don’t have to go home.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“See! He said he doesn’t got to go, Mommy! Wanna do a tea party now?” Molly jumps and spins around the room.

“A word, Liam?” I say through a clenched jaw as I watch Molly turn and grab the doll she dropped when she saw Liam. Making sure she isn’t paying attention to us before I return my focus to the man standing in front of me.

“No.”

“No?” I gasp.

“Megs, let me be clear here. The only word you want to have is the one that has me leaving and we both know that isn’t what you really want. Listen to me and hear it this time. I’m not leaving. I’m not letting you have weeks and weeks of avoiding me. I’m not giving up. And I’m not stopping until you admit to yourself that you see what we could have between us.”

“What . . . what we could have?” I whisper and shake my head.

“You need some time to come to terms with it, that’s okay, I’ll give you that, but you’re going to have it with me doing everything I can to remind you what this is.”

“What this is? We had one night.”

He looks at me. His eyes burn brighter and his smirk turning devilish. “Yeah, I’ll give you that one too. But we’ve also been doing the foreplay dance long before that one night that solidified everything I needed to know, baby. What did that one night show you?”

I open my mouth and snap it shut. What am I supposed to say to that? Logically I can argue that we don’t know each other, well past the biblical sense, but I know him. Just because I’ve done everything I can to avoid him because of what he made me feel during the night I lost myself in his bed.

Over and over.

“You have to go,” I breathe, my words coming out a hushed whisper that if it wasn’t for his eyes going soft, I would have sworn he couldn’t hear me.

“Yeah, that’s the last thing I need to do. Come on, Megs, come pick out some pizza and let’s eat.”

With that, he turns, smiles down at Molly and proceeds to charm my daughter with pizza and that damn knee-melting smile.

“WILL LEE BE HERE WHEN I wake up, Mommy?” Her lyrical voice is tired with sleep but I can’t miss the hopefulness in her eyes.

“No, baby,” I sigh.

It’s been Lee this and Lee that for the last three hours. One of which I spent throwing daggers at him across the table while him and Molly chatted about everything and anything and the other two while we watched Frozen, while he held her in his arms and watched every second. I, however, spent the entire movie freaking out while I watched my daughter become enamored with him.

“But—”

“Goodnight, my princess. Tomorrow I’ll make blueberry pancakes, okay?”

She smiles, all thoughts of Liam forgotten with the mention of her favorite breakfast.

“Love you, Mommy.”

“Love you back, baby, to the moon and beyond.”

I give her another kiss and turn to leave the room, shutting off the light and closing the door. I rest my head against her closed door for a few seconds before I turn to walk down the hall. Stopping short when I see Liam leaning against the wall at the end of the hall.

“You need to leave,” I tell him, ignoring the fact that he watched me and my little silent moment of freaking out.

He doesn’t give me a chance to pass him, his hand sweeping out in front of me and curling around my body before pulling me toward him. My traitorous body sings its joy when his skin touches mine.

“We need to talk.”

I shake my head and narrow my eyes, which just earns me a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see we need to talk.”

“I don’t see what we need to talk about, Liam. We had a night, one night, and I’ll admit it was good . . . what?” I question when his brow shoots up.

“Good? Baby, that’s all you have for me?”