Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
Phoebe's cheeky response had him chuckling, and as they left his little cottage, he offered her his arm politely. They meandered through the paths of the Greatwood, Liam taking mental notes of what was where. It was nice, wandering through his new home; it made him feel like maybe he was getting a fresh start, like maybe this could be what he needed to move forward.
The news that she had been a madame of a brothel had his brows raising and his cheeks reddening. He wasn't a judgmental man, but he hadn't been expecting that. He cleared his throat. "I genuinely like whiskey," he informed her, perhaps a little defensively, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't sure he liked being told that he wanted everyone to think he was tough - even if, maybe, she was right a little. "What about you? What's your preference?"
The news that she had been a madame of a brothel had his brows raising and his cheeks reddening. He wasn't a judgmental man, but he hadn't been expecting that. He cleared his throat. "I genuinely like whiskey," he informed her, perhaps a little defensively, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't sure he liked being told that he wanted everyone to think he was tough - even if, maybe, she was right a little. "What about you? What's your preference?"
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
