Page 148 of On the Breakaway

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“The Liam I know has never once complained about a lack of sex in his life.”

He points at me. “Exactly.”

I laugh. “Maybe that’s a sign you should slow down.”

“Who are you?”

“Excuse me?”

He leans forward dramatically. “Avery Holt is telling me to dial it back?”

“I didn’t say become a monk.”

“We’re supposed to be soul sisters.”

“We are.”

“No. My soul sister would never tell me to have less sex.”

“Maybe your soul sister is telling you a hard truth."

He immediately gags. “I reject it.”

I throw a napkin at him. “You’re impossible.”

His grin softens slightly. “Actually, now that I think about it, this is suspicious.”

Uh oh.

“What is?”

“You encouraging me to settle down.”

“You’ve been punched in the head too many times. I never said to settle down.”

“You’re seeing someone.”

His words land hard. Am I that obvious?

My first instinct is to laugh it off or lie, but those options don’t sit right with me. The words sit on the tip of my tongue while I stare out at the harbor.

Finally, I sigh.

“Maybe?”

Liam blinks, then nearly falls out of his chair. “What?”

Several people turn to look at us, and I immediately wish I’d lied.

“Keep your voice down.”

“But you think relationships are useless. We’re supposed to be the same.”

“It’s not a relationship,” I say quickly, not liking how it sounds coming out of my mouth. “Or maybe it is.”

Shit, I don’t like that either.