Not Just a Friend (13 page)

“No. But I’ve had enough crappy experiences with men to last a lifetime.”

“You have,” he agreed. “I hope those are behind you now.”

“I think they are.”

Liam wished he could grin even wider, but he was already grinning as much as he could.

“You want to go upstairs?” He stood. “I hear my bed is quite comfortable.”

“Yes, but…Oh, God.” She covered her face with her hands. “Now I have to tell Kristy she was right. I might have mentioned you at brunch earlier, and she might have immediately assumed I was in love with you and vice versa.”

He laughed, then pushed the
up
button for the elevator, more than a little eager to get upstairs.

“If you’d had the balls to ask me out in high school,” she said, “I hope I would have said yes. But I doubt I would have. And I would have been an idiot. Because I…” She shook her head. “Listen to all the lame crap I’m saying.”

“Come on.” He slid his finger under her chin. “You like it. This
is
you. Maybe not the part of yourself that you usually show to the world, but it’s you.”

In the elevator, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She moved hers up to his neck. He hummed the song he’d played for her earlier, and they danced. She smiled at him, so beautiful, her hair a little wild but still perfect.

Liam couldn’t ask for anything better.

Apparently he’d picked out the right woman when he was seventeen. His teenage self had been quite smart after all.

The End

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Laura studied engineering, worked in mineral exploration, and now writes contemporary romance. She lives in Toronto with her boyfriend.