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was determined to break down whatever wall she’d built that morning.
    His first plan of attack was breakfast.
    He knew the way to a woman’s heart was not through her stomach. But it gave him an opportunity to spend more time with her, and really it wasn’t a bad idea because he wasn’t a shabby cook if he did say so himself, and he did.
    He moved around the kitchen sipping on his coffee between cooking the bacon, cutting and frying up some green tomatoes, and mixing his hollandaise sauce. He was making his modified version of Eggs Blackstone—the added ingredient being asparagus and a few key spices to the sauce—a personal specialty of his own that he’d perfected over the years.
    He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d never made this for a woman he’d brought home, and that was because he never brought women home with him. Though he didn’t have much of a home to speak of lately.
    The cabin belonged to his brother, pro-hockey star Logan James. After two years on the road, Liam discovered that his apartment was empty more than not, so he hadn’t renewed his lease. For the last year or so he’d just stayed at the cabin when he was in Nashville. When he had breaks that were long enough, he’d head down to Florida—both Logan and their sister Adele had houses down there—or go visit his parents wherever they were.
    His family was from Nashville, but when his mom and dad retired they sold their house and bought an RV. They’d been traveling all over the U.S. and parts of Canada for the last few years and loving every second of it. Liam wasn’t the only nomad in the family these days.
    The bacon popped in the frying pan and he took another sip of coffee as he flipped it.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who can poach an egg,” Harper said from behind him.
    He turned and stepped away from the stove as he leaned back against the counter. She was sitting at the breakfast bar, her hair now brushed and pulled up into a messy bun thing on the top of her head. She’d taken a few minutes to straighten her bedhead out and put on her bra, while he’d pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He was just glad she hadn’t tried to make another run for it.
    Now she was nursing her own cup of coffee as she watched him cook.
    “I have many skills as you learned last night.”
    “Well, aren’t you cocky this morning?”
    “Honey, I’m cocky every morning.” He waggled his eyebrows and she shook her head at him, fighting a smile.
    “You’re shameless.”
    “That I am. Do you want some more coffee?” He nodded to her mug.
    “Please.”
    He pushed off of the counter and went over to the coffeemaker, grabbing the pot and filling his cup as he crossed the kitchen to the bar. He reached across and tipped the pot, brown liquid filling her mug. He’d watched her fix her first cup so he knew how much room she would need for creamer, which was about double the amount that he put in his.
    He left his mug on the counter as he crossed back across the kitchen to put the pot back on the coffeemaker. Then he stopped by the fridge to grab the creamer, closing the door with his hip before he walked over to her.
    “So,” he started to say as he poured the creamer into her coffee, “how much longer are you going to be in the city?” He’d been hard pressed to get certain facts out of her the night before. She’d pretty much stuck to her word on not telling him things that were too personal. But he had managed to get a few things out. Like that she wasn’t from Nashville.
    She was in town visiting her aunt and he wanted to know how much time he was going to have before she left. How much time he had to win her over. How much time he had to break down all of her walls. He was by no means done spending time with this woman.
    She looked up at him as she stirred her coffee, a great debate going on behind her eyes like she was deciding on whether to answer or not. “I leave on Monday,” she finally answered.
    It was