breath away. Now Liam will do whatever it takes to show Sophie that they deserve a second chance at love, even if everything they’ve concealed threatens to keep them apart. In this special town at this special time of the year, Sophie and Liam can only hope for a little holiday magic . . .
Liam smiled when Sophie cursed out her brother in Italian. “Problem?” he asked once she returned her phone to her pocket.
“I told Marco Mia can watch Casper the Ghost, and what does he put on? Halloween Five. She’s . . . six, and he’s got her watching horror movies. If that doesn’t give her nightmares, the pop, candy apples, and popcorn will. He’s thirty-one going on fifteen.”
Liam struggled to hold back a laugh. His best friend was an idiot, but he had his back. “Most guys are. Betcha he ends up being Mia’s favorite babysitter.”
“No, that would be you. I think you’re the reason she put up such a fuss about coming tonight.”
He liked the kid . . . a lot, and he liked kissing her mother a lot, too. But he and Sophie had a complicated past. And gorgeous single moms with adorable daughters were not in his wheelhouse. The rules in his playbook might not be as old as the ones in Jasper’s handbook, but they were as non-negotiable. A relationship with Sophie would be the polar opposite of keeping it easy and simple. There was nothing simple or easy about Sophie DiRossi.
“Liam, did I say something wrong?”
“No . . .” He rubbed his jaw. “Soph, about the kiss—”
“You don’t have to say anything. I was upset, and so were you. It was a mistake. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. You know, I should probably get going. Rosa—”
He grabbed her hand before she took off. “Wait. You have nothing to apologize for. I just don’t think a relationship right now is a good idea for either of us.”
She frowned. “A relationship? How did we go from a kiss to a relationship?”
He didn’t have a clue. “That’s not what I meant to say. Okay, so maybe I thought seeing that you’re a single mother, you wouldn’t be looking for just a good time. You’re not, are you?”
“I’m a healthy twenty-six-year-old who hasn’t had sex in six years. So what do you think?”
He wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t. Every ounce of blood from his head had gone south.