Consolation (Consolation Duet #1)(59)

There’s no way he’s sleeping on the couch.

Liam gently pulls my face back and kisses me tenderly. “You can thank me anytime you want.”

My laugh is short and my breathing is heavy. “I bet you’d like that.”

“Damn right I would.”

“Go get the bags. I’ll get the baby,” I instruct and climb back over to my side.

I get Aarabelle out of the car miraculously without waking her and look closely at the house. It’s a beautiful, blue, two-story house with white plantation shutters. The porch wraps around the left side and sits on stilts. Even though it’s old, you can tell it’s been well cared for. Through whatever storms it’s been dealt, it’s strong and stands proud. The front door is white and the sand dunes almost cover the wood stilts. I walk up the stairs and Liam’s behind me.

He unlocks the door and allows me the time to take it in. “It’s magnificent,” I say hushed, careful not to wake Aara. She’s napped for about an hour, but if she doesn’t wake on her own time, she’s a beast.

“Look around. I’m going to bring the bags up.”

I nod and start to explore. The kitchen has been recently updated and has beautiful black granite countertops with country white cabinets. I walk forward and the windows make me stop short. Beautiful, cream, satin fabric drapes across the glass and pools on the ground making the blue ocean look bluer. I know I have the view of the ocean at home, but it’s as if I’ve never seen this ocean before.

I hold Aarabelle who’s fast asleep in my arms and look out at the sea before us. I hear Liam come down the stairs and feel him behind me. His arms wrap around my torso and we both stand looking out.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I was talking about you.”

My heart is buoyant and his warmth cocoons me. I lean against his chest and cherish this moment. There’s so much I want to say, but this is enough right now. Being in his arms, away from all the shit at home, just spending time with Liam and Aarabelle. This is contentment.



“You ready?” Liam yells from downstairs. He’s had Aarabelle for the last hour while I’ve gotten ready for dinner. I assume she hasn’t peed or pooped since I haven’t heard massive amounts of cursing or Aarabelle screaming.

“Almost!”

I have a white eyelet dress on with my hair in a low twist. I spent extra time shaving every inch of my legs and making sure I didn’t miss anything. If we do end up where I hope we do, I want to be as perfect as possible.

Standing before the mirror, I look at myself and smile. This trip was everything I needed. I feel alive and refreshed. After we got settled into the house, we took a walk on the beach. Liam carried Aarabelle while I held on to his arm. Aara was giggly, especially when Liam started to run into the water with her. She would squeal and laugh, then he would run back out.

A part of my heart became his in that moment. I’m hoping tonight another part will be his as well.

“I’m going to eat baby food soon!” Liam’s loud voice carries through the halls.

Men.

I grab my bag and head down the stairs.

“I’m ready. Sheesh,” I chide as I enter the living room area.

Liam stands there with his khaki pants and navy blue shirt. The muscles in his arms tug at the fabric, stretching it so the shirt looks almost uncomfortable. His blue eyes are deeper than normal, but still mesmerizing. The scruff he usually has is clean-shaven and his beanie that I love so much is missing. He’s ridiculously sexy.

“I’m not going to make it through dinner,” Liam grumbles.

“What?”

“Can’t you wear sweatpants?” he asks, looking at my legs.

I scoff, “I’m not wearing sweatpants to dinner. I got dressed up, you’re going to have to learn to control yourself, Mister I’m-so-superior.”

Of course there’s a part of me that’s more than giddy that he seems to be having a hard time with my dress. I didn’t wear it to drive him crazy, but it’s a perk. I forgot what it was like to have a man’s sole attention be you. How it makes you feel when you’re desired. Liam awoke that inside me. He brought the woman in me back to life.

When I turn around, his breath hitches. The dress is a halter top, and the back drops to the small of my back.

“Fuck no,” Liam says and gently grips my arm. “Please tell me you have a sweater or a poncho for that dress.”

I turn slowly with a sly smile. “Nope. It’s warm out.”

“I’m gonna need a minute.” He lets out a deep breath and holds Aarbelle out for me to take.

I grab her and laugh, “Come on, Dreamboat. Let’s go eat before you lose your mind.”

We head over to a small seafood restaurant, which seems to be one of the only places in town. Liam had to stop for gas and we grabbed a town map. Tomorrow we plan to use the beach cruisers that we found in the house and check out the other local spots.

They seat us at a table by the windows with an ocean view. Aarabelle sits in the highchair between us.

“Mamamamama,” she says looking at Liam.

“I’m not your mama. I’m the fun one.”

“Fun? You tied her up.”

“And she lived and didn’t pee all over.”