It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Lily is heading up the stairs right as I reach the bottom of them. She grins
and gives me a kiss in passing, then runs up the rest of the steps.
Theo shakes his head. “Still can’t believe you made it this far with her.”
He hoists his box up with his knee and then presses his back against the exit
door to push it open. He holds it open for me and Brad, but I pause once
we’re in the parking garage.
There’s a car that resembles Ryle’s pulling into a parking spot a few
spaces away from Brad’s truck.
A sense of dread washes over me. I haven’t had a single interaction with
him since that day he attempted to fight me at my restaurant, but that was
months ago. I have no idea how much he’s warmed up to the idea of me and
Lily, but from the look he’s shooting in my direction, it doesn’t seem like
he’s warmed up much.
Someone else is with him. A man gets out of the passenger seat, and from
what Lily has told me, it looks like he could be Ryle’s brother-in-law. I’ve
met Lily’s mother, and I’ve met Allysa and Rylee, but I’ve never met
Marshall.
I walk over to Brad’s truck and load up the box I’m carrying, but I’m
watching Ryle’s car the whole time. Theo and Brad head back inside,
unaware of Ryle’s presence. Marshall lifts Emerson out of the backseat and
closes the door. Ryle remains in the car as Marshall walks Emerson in my
direction.
He holds out a hand. “Hey. Atlas, right? I’m Marshall.”
I return his handshake. “Yeah, good to meet you.”
He nods, but when Emerson sees me, Marshall has to clasp a tighter hand
around her because she lunges for me. I step forward and take her from him.
“Hey, Emmy. Did you have fun today?”
Marshall watches me with her for a moment, then says, “Be careful. She
puked on Ryle twice today.”
“Is she not feeling well?”
“She’s fine, but she’s been with the two of us all day. Both the girls had
sugar for breakfast. And snack. And lunch and second snack and…” He
waves a dismissive hand. “Lily and Issa are used to it.”
Emerson reaches up and pulls the sunglasses off my head. She tries to put
them on her own face, but they’re crooked, so I help her adjust them until
she’s wearing them right. She grins at me, and I smile back at her.