Page 152 of Liberating Lily

Lily stared up at him in amazement. “You’re amazing, you know?”

He paid for the food and started picking everything up. She moved to help him. “I know. I am amazing.”

“And so modest.”

“That too. I’m the full package, baby. Stick with me.”

Lily stared up at him with a smile. “I intend to.”

“Good.” He leaned down to kiss her and a packet of M&Ms landed on the floor. Followed by some Sour Patch Kids.

“Oh no! They’re revolting!”

“Revolting,” he said with a smile. “So you don’t like either of them?”

“No, I mean they’re mutinying and trying to get away!”

“So they are. Grab those mutinous bastards, baby. Let’s go watch a romantic comedy and I’ll let you feel me up.”

She glanced over as the older couple who had been behind them at the concession stand gaped at them.

Then the man winked at her. “Better go with that man, darling.”

“And hold him tight,” his wife said, staring at her husband adoringly. “I know I have all these years.”

Right. Hold him tight.

That’s what she intended to do.

Things had been rocky up until now, but she just needed to hold onto Harvey and everything would be all right.

Lily was coming out of the kitchen when she heard voices. She froze, unsure what to do.

Harvey hadn’t said he was expecting anyone. Who was it? Why were they here?

Trey was meant to be outside. Surely, he wouldn’t have let anyone in who shouldn’t be here, right? And all she had to do was call for him.

That didn’t make her feel as good as it should have, and she found herself stepping back into the kitchen as the women entered the living room.

“You’ve done such a great job with this place, Amanda,” one woman said.

Lily peeked around the corner.

One of the women had long, dark hair that she’d put up in a high ponytail. She was wearing a pair of wide jeans and a short white shirt that showed off a strip of her belly. She looked casual and cute. The other woman was taller with long red curly hair. She wore silky white pants and a blue shirt.

She looked elegant and beautiful. Lily glanced down at herself. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a raggedy T-shirt that had seen better days.

Shoot. She wasn’t dressed nicely enough for visitors. If she’d known, she’d have made more of an effort.

Sometimes it amazed her that Harvey was still attracted to her. Even without the right clothes and hair and makeup he still stared at her like she was gorgeous. He still touched her, kissed her, made her feel safe and loved.

“Thanks, Fiadh. It was fun to work with a blank slate and an unlimited budget, but I still think I did a good job.”

Fiadh? This was one of Harvey’s sisters?

“I’m just sad that you didn’t get to spend much time with my brother.”

“No, he seemed to be very busy.”