Chapter 88

Liam

I didn’t sleep.

I lay on top of the covers in my clothes for a few hours, staring at the ceiling, while Jasper paced inside me like a dog shut out of the house. Around four, I gave up and went downstairs and made coffee I didn’t drink.

At seven, someone knocked on the front door.

I knew who it was before I opened it. Honey and vanilla, and now, under it, cedar. Kade’s scent was all over her. I decided not to think about that.

Abby stood on the porch in jeans and a heavy sweater with two paper cups in one hand and a bag from the packhouse kitchen in the other. Her hair was loose, the white strand bright against the brown, and the moonstone ring was on her finger.

“You said tomorrow,” she said.

“I said tomorrow. I did