A knock at the door drew Caleb’s attention as he finished getting dressed. The sound of the water falling made it clear that Ashleigh was still showering.
He approached the door, sniffing the air just before he opened it, knowing whom he would see on the other side.
Red hair, a thick beard, and the same golfer’s cap.
Liam had a wide grin and a tray of food in his hands.
“Hello, boyo,” he said.
“Liam,” Caleb replied.
“Oh, what’s that now?” Liam said with a look of disappointment. “Are ye still all hepped up? I was sure yer lass woulda cleared the air by now. It’s been three days! I cut Maeve’s murderous gaze that same night!”
Caleb raised his brow and crossed his arms. Liam took a deep breath.
“Ain’t ye got nothin to say to an old friend, Caleb?” Liam sighed.
“Did you try anything on Ashleigh?” Caleb asked flatly.
Liam scoffed.
“What kinda rat bastard do ye take me for!”
Caleb didn’t reply, only continued to stare at Liam with a look of suspicion.
