“What sport is that, again?”
I look up from the coffee I’m furiously stirring. “Mmm?”
“The Nationals. What sport?”
“Ah . . .” I glance around the kitchen, looking for clues. Find a grand total of none. “I have no idea.”
Liam dunks a tea bag in his mug, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “Me, neither.”
We leave the room from opposite doors. I wonder whether he’s aware that we almost smiled at each other