Olívia almost choked on her juice.

“Laura!” she protested, laughing as a faint blush colored her cheeks.

The other woman simply arched an eyebrow, barely hiding her teasing.

“Oh, come on!” she insisted, amused. “With that calm, composed face of yours, I bet you’re a hurricane when you let loose. And that bold tattoo? I’m sure my brother went crazy for it. You two even match in that way. Liam must be a romantic rogue.”

Olívia laughed nervously, shaking her head.

“Your brother was the first man i