"You're too good to me, you know that?" he murmured, picking up the spoon.
Hannah rolled her eyes, cheeks warm. "You're my boss. If you crash, I crash too."
Liam laughed again like he hadn't laughed in days. He bumped his shoulder gently into her hip where she stood beside him, and when she swatted him playfully, he didn't mind.
"How is your mom's health?" Liam asked after a moment, his voice gentler now. He knew about her adoptive mother, the woman who'd raised Hannah like her own when she'd had nothing. He knew how much that woman meant to her.
Hannah sighed, shoulders drooping just a little. "She's fine… well, mostly," she said, forcing a small smile as she brushed her hair behind her ear. "She's forgetting so many things these days. It's getting worse. But I hope… I hope she recovers, you know?"
