Meanwhile, Liam, who never really bought Evelyn's excuse, reluctantly left her alone.
He had a gut feeling she was up to something behind his back, but once he got Oliver buckled into the car seat and slid behind the wheel, his regret began to fade.
It was impossible to think about his worry when there was a cute and chubby three-year-old chatterbox in the back seat.
Oliver had a talent for asking the kind of questions that could make a grown man laugh out loud until his ribs hurt.
"Hey Uncle Liam, are you full?"
Liam shot him a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised.
"Of course I am. I eat more than you, young master. Why do you ask?"
Oliver nodded thoughtfully, eyes shining. "Because if you're full, you should take a nap now… I always feel sleepy after eating."
Liam chuckled, warmth flooding his chest at the boy's sincerity.
