The moment Netty walked into Liam’s home, the dog circled her, sniffing her up and down. Embarrassed, Liam gently pulled on the Faulkner’s collar, trying to calm him down.
“It smells good,” Netty said, going straight to the kitchen. “What are you making?”
Faulkner and Liam followed suit.
In the kitchen, Netty was poking around, pulling lids off pots. She even checked the oven. “Oh, nice…roasted chicken.” She shut the over door and smiled. “Didn’t know you cooked.”
“Well, I need to eat, right?” He winked, trying to relax.
“Liam,” she said, tilting her head, “you look nice by the way. Do you like my hair like this?”
“Yeah.” But he had no idea what she’d done to it. Maybe she meant pulled up like that? “Do you want some wine or maybe—”
“Wine is perfect. Thank you.”
When Netty sat, Lia
