Liam felt a hot spike of anger for a man he’d never liked. Mark was the kind of guy who wore expensive watches and called Nora “babe” like he was ordering a coffee. But he swallowed the anger. This wasn’t about him.
She would be loved.
“Mark was an idiot too,” she said. And then she leaned forward, closed the small, rain-soaked distance between them, and kissed him.
“You don’t have to try harder,” Liam said quietly. “You don’t have to be anything other than what you are.”
