“Hey, I thought you’d never get home.” “You look beautiful,” Liam said, and it was nothing less than the truth. She’d done something with makeup to make her eyes mysterious and smoky. They were used to seeing her in jeans and T-shirts. Today she wore a figure-skimming dress that hit a touch above her knees. Liam’s heart sank and he sent a swift glance at Fletch. His best friend didn’t seem any happier than him. Despite the intimacies and the fun they’d had testing Gaby’s inventions. The pretty sunset-colored dress told the story, one he didn’t like a single bit. “Do you have a date?” Fletch opened the fridge and pulled out two cans of beer, handing one to him. “I’m going to dinner at my parents’ place. It’s my nephew’s birthday.” Gaby wrinkled her nose. “It’s a command performance. I try not to give my mother anything to complain about. No doubt she’ll find something.” Relief struck Liam in a heady rush. “You look great,” Fletch said, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.
