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“What do you want us to do?” Myles says. “Force her to fall in love with you?”
“No. I want to know how you got Ava to fall for you. I mean, she’s way out of your league, right?”
Ava sniggers. “That’s true,” she agrees. “I am.”
“Well, it helps if there’s some attraction there,” Myles says.
“She’s attracted to me,” I tell them. “That’s not a problem. It’s the rest I need your help with.”
Myles lets out a sigh. “Can’t you just forget about her? Do us all a favor.”
“No, I can’t.”
Ava runs her finger over her bottom lip. “The thing is, there’s no real way to make somebody fall in love with you. And you wouldn’t want to make them do that anyway. All you can do is be yourself and if they want you, they’ll let you know.”
That tightening feeling happens in my chest again. “But she doesn’t want me. She said so.”
Ava shakes her head. “She said she didn’t want to be a notch on your bedpost. But you’re telling us she wouldn’t be that.”
I’m not sure where she’s going here, but I’m listening anyway.
“So what she really needs is to believe in you. The falling in love will happen naturally if she does.”
“Okay,” I say, my eyes trained on her. “How do I get her to believe me?”
She shrugs. “I’ve no idea.”
“Jesus.” I throw my hands up in the air. “You two are no help.”
“Sorry,” Ava says.
“But not that sorry,” Myles adds, leaning forward to grab the television remote from the coffee table. “Now it’s time to be silent and catch up onBridgerton,” he tells me.
I decide to leave because being addicted to one television show is enough for any man. “Thanks for everything, guys,” I tell them. “You’ve been great.”
“You don’t need our help,” Ava says, smiling at my annoyance. “You’re a catch, Liam. You just need to realize it.”
“No he’s not,” Myles mutters, turning up the volume. “He’s a pain in the ass.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
SOPHIE
I’m in the office bright and early on Monday, even though I had to work on Saturday. There’s not enough of us for me to take a day off. Something is going to have to give because at this rate we’re all going to collapse of overwork.
I open my laptop and sigh. Maybe I’m just grumpy because I haven’t heard from Liam since he emailed me last night with his itinerary for the week. He didn’t add anything cute to the email, didn’t mention watching anything together either. Just a simple email and that was it.
I should be happy, shouldn’t I? I told him this couldn’t work. And yet I’m not. I’m annoyed because maybe I wanted him to fight for me.
And yes, I know that’s game playing and I don’t like playing games. I’ll have a severe word with myself later.
From checking his itinerary I know he’s going to New York this morning. I sent him his daily forecast an hour ago but he hasn’t replied to that either.
Before I can brood on it anymore, Michael rushes in, a triumphant smile on his face. “You know what this is?” he asks, holding a sheaf of papers in his hand.
“Your next bestseller,” I say, lifting a brow.
“You know I don’t like books.” He shakes his head. “Anyway, it’s a request for bids from the network. They want regional weather hubs and they’re askingusto submit a proposal.” He lifts a brow. “I told you it would be worth me going to that golf course.”
