Chapter 66

LIAM

It’s painful to admit my sauce went uneaten.

After a few more minutes with Emilia’s lips locked on mine, I found that her appetite wasn’t for food.

Not that I’m complaining—oh, no, not at all. In fact, the thought of her lips on mine is the only thing keeping my sour mood from getting any worse.

But then, just as I thought we might finally get some peace, the ship’s horn blares through the air, loud and jarring, dragging us both back to reality.

“Attention, all passengers!” the voice crackles over the intercom. “We are approaching Mackinac Island. Please make your way to the nearest exit as we prepare to dock. The island awaits!”

I groan, half in frustration, half in disbelief, as the moment we were building shatters. Emilia pulls away from me with a soft laugh, her eyes still shining, and I can’t help but stare at her for a second longer than I should.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I found myself standing at the entrance to Ma