Chapter 48 This Whole Thing?

• Rosie sat at the kitchen bar, watching Liam toast bread like he was defusing a bomb.
• She sipped her coffee again. Still too hot. Still worth it.
• For a while, there was only the soft hiss of the toaster and the scrape of a butter knife across ceramic. Liam was focused, deliberately, almost comically so. She would’ve teased him, but something in the way his shoulders held tension made her think better of it.