“You have an extra swing in your hips. You always do.”
“Wow, I have to up my game if I want to keep you on your toes, huh? Wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
I’d meant it as a joke, but there was a bit of truth hidden in my words. A fear I couldn’t shake that maybe I was doing too much or too little and all this happiness would just disappear.
“I won’t tire of you, Tess. Ever. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have found you. No way in hell am I going to let you go.”
I melted, loving his warm words. But I also detected a hint of unease in his expression.
“Is something wrong? You seem to have something on your mind.”
Liam shook his head. “There’s always something on my mind. Let’s just enjoy Thanksgiving.”
“Okay...”
I didn’t like that he was placating me instead of opening up, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.
“You’re right; there’s always something going on. I was trying to keep an eye on the website while getting ready, but it’s working great so far.”
“Any bugs in the code?”
“None so far. It works perfectly. I love it.”
He kissed me again, even harder than the first time. I felt every lash of his tongue deep inside my body. When I fisted his hair, he groaned, taking a step back.
“Tess, grab your coat and let’s go or we’re really not going to go anywhere tonight.”
“Oh, Thanksgiving. Right.”
I caught a hint of Liam’s smirk as he helped me slip on my coat.
“Hey, mister. Don’t look so satisfied. Any woman would forget what day it is when you kiss her like that.”
“Kiss you how?”
“It made me wet,” I whispered.
His pupils dilated as he exhaled sharply. “Mission accomplished. Now you’re feeling as off-kilter as I do. Come on, let’s hurry. I don’t want to make a bad impression.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tess
When Liam said he spent Thanksgiving with his grandmother, I hadn’t realized it was just him. Ellen was a wonderful cook, but even as we finished our turkey, I still couldn’t believe it was just the three of us.
“Ellen, this is all delicious. Thank you so much.”
She beamed. “You’re a darling. By the way, Liam, I spoke to your mom this morning. She said we should give them a call when we’re all together.”
“Sure.” Liam got his phone out, and I broke out in a sweat. His parents? Oh my God, why didn’t he prepare me for this?
I tugged at the hem of my sweater under the table, crossing and uncrossing my legs. He positioned the phone on the table so all three of us were visible. Sweat dotted my palm when the call connected and his parents appeared on the screen. His mom looked like a younger version of Ellen. His dad had jet-black hair and round glasses.
“Hey, Mom! Liam! And you must be Tess.”
“I am. So nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” his dad said. “Liam, how is business?”