The sunshine streaming in through his uncovered windows made the highlights in her shiny hair glow, and he itched to run his fingers through all those dark and reddish strands.

He tried to think of a word to describe it and couldn’t. Brown was too plain a term to describe all that lustrous silk.

“What color is your hair?” Oh man, had he actually asked that out loud? What was wrong with him?

“What?” She gave him a quizzical look.

Liam shrugged and hoped his face wasn’t as flushed as it felt. “Meg has a thing about people calling her hair red and I, uh, just wondered if you had a name for your color like she does.”

She ran a hand over her hair. “It’s chestnut. Why?”

Liam nodded, but didn’t answer her question. He’d embarrassed himself enough for one day. “Are you planning on telling me why you’re here?”

She rubbed her hands on her thighs and drew in a deep breath. “I know we decided this summer was no strings attached, but—”

“About that, Ellie, I—”

“I’m pregnant.”