Chapter Eight
Audrey
Hands on my hips, I glanced around the kitchen. I had completely forgotten I’d been in the middle of prepping to make chicken dumpling soup last night. That’s how thoroughly Dallas had wiped my mind clean. Obviously, I never returned to the kitchen and finished. I sent up a silent thanks I hadn’t taken the chicken out yet because that would’ve been a smelly waste. As it was, I had left chopped carrots and celery out on the counter overnight and nothing more.
I smiled a little, my cheeks getting hot. I couldn't quite believe last night had happened. My pulse kicked up a notch just thinking about the feel of Dallas buried inside of me. I'd woken this morning, warm in his arms. He’d been curled up behind me, his palm resting on my belly. The air outside the covers had
