Chapter 60: Emma

In the midst of organizing the Taste of Maple Falls festival, my office in Liam's house looked like a war zone of creativity - notes everywhere, my laptop open with a dozen tabs, and sketches of festival layouts. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear Liam enter until he cleared his throat.

Liam stood in the doorway, his casual elegance epitomized in the effortless way he wore his clothes - a perfectly fitted gray T-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and jeans that managed to look both relaxed and stylish. He had this knack for making simplicity look extraordinarily good – and more than enough to get me soaked on the spot. 

“We need to talk about this weekend,” he said, his voice deep and calm, his eyes holding mine in a way that made my heart skip a beat. For a moment, I was distracted by just how attractive he was, standing there with that typical Harrington poise that seemed so naturally to him.