The fireman shrugs. “Somewhere else in the house. Not there.” Liam crosses his arms. “He’ll stay near my hallway.” My head snaps toward him. “What? No, that’s" “It’s safest,” he cuts in. “Dad won’t have a problem with it.” “That’s not the point,” I mumble sharply. “You and I” “Don’t start,” he mutters. “You need supervision.” I stare. “I’m not a child.” He steps closer, dropping his voice. “You were coughing so hard you couldn’t stand.” “That doesn’t mean I need you.” He leans in until I feel his breath against my cheek. “Funny. Because right now it looks like you do.” My face heats instantly. “Stop talking like that.” “Why? Does it bother you?” “Yes.” He smirks. “Then I’ll stop.” But he doesn’t move. He stays right there, eyes locked on mine, an unreadable look tightening his features, something fierce, something protective, something he pretends he doesn’t feel. “You shouldn’t have run into the fire,” I say. “I didn’t run.” His gaze drops to my mouth for a hear
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