“Buenos días,” he murmured in the Puerto Rican accent he’d picked up from her family. She’d only heard him speak Spanish a handful of times, but she knew Liam understood a great deal of the language, and it never failed to make her feel warm and fuzzy. She wasn’t sure why, since it was mostly a testament to the frequency with which they’d been railed at by their elders, who tended to revert to their first language when excited or angry. They’d got into tons of trouble as kids—well, mainly she, her brothers, and cousins had. Liam usually ended up guilty by association, the poor, quiet observer.
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