“Good morning, ma’am,” Liam said, the words rolling out low and polite, almost cautious, as he stood in the kitchen doorway.

 Martha straightened from the counter, forcing a bright smile despite the heat creeping up her neck. “Good to see you,” she replied, stepping forward to offer her hand. “I’m really looking forward to having you work here, Liam.”

 “The pleasure’s all mine,” he answered, his larger hand enveloping hers in a firm, warm grip that lingered just a second longer than necessary.

 You shouldn’t go snooping in a married woman’s room. The thought hit her like a slap, but she kept her expression neutral. A faint blush still betrayed...