she was going to say to Liam now that they were alone.
She sipped her coffee, warming her hands around the cup; for some reason she felt incredibly cold. ‘Did you have a nice time with your family in Ireland?’ She tried to pick an innocuous subject to talk about; they had hours to get through before Bobby went to bed and the two of them could have that talk.
‘I missed you and Bobby,’ Liam came back—instantly turning the conversation back into intimacy.
Laura looked down at the table-top, wondering how she was going to get through this without breaking down.
‘I’m sure your family were pleased to see you,’ she said. ‘Was your mother suitably surprised with her party?’
‘She appeared to be.’ Liam smiled indulgently. ‘Although I’m sure she knew exactly what was going on. My mother is a woman who sees a great deal that isn’t actually said,’ he replied appreciatively. ‘She saw the photographs of the two of us in the newspapers,’ he added gruffly.
Laura winced. Oh, no, she hadn’t given a thought to the fact Liam’s family might see them too. And wonder…‘Did your family give you a hard time over them?’ she attempted to tease.
He shrugged broad shoulders, having discarded his outer coat, wearing a black shirt and blue denims. ‘Not particularly. I think my mother took one look at me and warned them off the subject. She would like to meet you,’ he added gently.
Laura took in a hard breath. ‘Didn’t you explain to her that those stories in the newspapers were just publicity nonsense dreamed up by the reporters?’
Liam’s mouth quirked into a smile. ‘There would have been no point; my mother has always been able to tell when I’m lying!’
Laura raised startled lids, those different coloured eyes, one blue and one green, shining brightly with confusion.
Liam shrugged. ‘Of course, she doesn’t realise you’re the same Laura from eight years ago yet, but—’
‘Your mother knew about me then?’ Laura gasped, her eyes wide.
‘Oh, yes, she knew.’ He nodded slowly.
‘But—’
‘Here we are.’ A happy Bobby bounced back into the room with his kite. ‘Can Liam and I go outside for a while Mummy?’
Almost as if Liam were Bobby’s own age, and the two of them were going out to play in the garden!
‘If Liam wants to,’ she answered non-committally.
Liam stood up, grinning. ‘I’ve thought of doing nothing else the last three days!’
Somehow Laura found that hard to believe, but if it made Bobby happy—which it most assuredly did, as his face lit with excitement when he and Liam went outside—then who was she to question the statement?
Besides, she was glad of this brief respite. Too much seemed to be happening too soon. And once Liam learnt how she had deceived him about Robert and Bobby it might just be going nowhere!
Liam had told his mother about her eight years ago…
Laura found that incredible. Admittedly their relationship had lasted over six months, but for most of that time Liam had treated her like another one of his sisters—someone to be patted on the head when she did something right, or shouted at when she did something wrong.
Why on earth would Liam have told his mother about her?
Yet another fact from the past that needed explaining. By the time the two of them had finished explaining themselves, there would be nothing left!
‘That was absolutely delicious, Amy,’ Liam told the housekeeper warmly as she took away their used plates before putting cheese and a pot of coffee on the table.
‘Thank you, Mr O’Reilly,’ Amy accepted before turning to Laura. ‘I’ll clear away in the kitchen, check on Bobby, and then call it a night, if that’s okay with you, Mrs Shipley?’
It wasn’t okay with her, it meant she would be left on her own with Liam, but, like her, Amy had had a long and tiring day and deserved some time to herself.
Bobby had been bathed and in bed for over an hour now, having insisted Liam join them for his story. Just as if they were a real family, Laura had realised. This situation was definitely getting out of hand!
And maybe the sooner it was settled—in whatever way!—the better it would be for all of them.
Nevertheless, Laura felt her stomach give a nervous lurch as Amy closed the dining room door softly behind her as she left.
‘You should know me well enough by now, Laura, to know that I don’t bite!’
She looked up at Liam, instantly looking away again as she saw from his teasing expression that he had meant the remark in a double-edged way; he wasn’t about to verbally attack her just because they were now alone, but at the same time he was reminding her of the fact that he had been a passionate but gentle lover eight years ago…!
‘It never occurred to me to think you might,’ she lied—having no idea how the rest of this evening was going to go!
‘No?’ he mocked lightly. ‘I don’t know about you, but I don’t care for any cheese…Shall we take the coffee through to the sitting room, then?’ he suggested after she confirmed she wanted nothing else to eat either.
Why not? It might only delay the dreaded moment for a couple of minutes, but it would delay it…
Liam didn’t sit down once they were ensconced in the sitting room, but prowled around the room, as if he were reluctant to begin this conversation too.
He came to a halt beside the dresser at the back of the room, lifting one of the many photographs from its surface, looking down to study the picture intently.
Laura squeezed her eyes shut, knowing exactly which photograph he was looking at; it had been taken shortly after Bobby was born. Laura was sitting on the arm of one of the chairs in this room, Robert was seated in the chair and Bobby nestled contentedly in his arms.
‘You look a happy family.’ Liam spoke gruffly.
Laura opened her eyes to look across at him, but found herself unable to read anything from Liam’s closed expression. ‘We were,’ she confirmed quietly.
Liam gave an abrupt inclination of his head. ‘Robert was a good father?’
She swallowed hard. ‘He was,’ she confirmed, aware they were both talking around the real point at issue. But at least they were talking.
‘And a good husband?’
Her head rose challengingly. ‘I’ve already told you that he was,’ she answered.
Liam nodded slowly, replacing the photograph. ‘I’m glad.’
Her eyes widened. ‘You are?’
His gaze was shuttered as he gave her a considering
