Chapter 38

IT WAS SEVEN FIFTEEN by the time Liam rolled up at Riley's place, face freshly-shaved and hair still damp from his shower. He grabbed the envelope from the seat and stuffed it into his back pocket, then scooped up the flowers. He'd planned to wait until dinner to tell her, but as it was too damned hot for a coat, he had nowhere to put the thing and didn't want to get distracted and leave it on the table at Tosca. If Riley was wearing The Dress, that was a distinct possibility.

She opened the door as he was climbing the steps. "Hey, Boy Scout." The sultry smile softened as she took in the bouquet he carried. "You brought me flowers."

"I did." He passed them over, and she buried her face in the blooms with a distinctly feminine purr.