Chapter 11
Delia hung her apron on the hook by her office door and closed the door behind her. End of the month reports were due, and she needed quiet for that. The kitchen hummed with the activity of prepping and cooking. The crew had just finished the breakfast rotation and was capitalizing on the temporary lull in the restaurant to get ready to serve lunch. She sat down at her desk with a sigh. Her mind wandered to Garrett, or rather her mind replayed the loop in her brain—the feel of Garrett’s lips on her neck, hot water running over her as he pounded into her, falling asleep in his arms, and walking outside into the icy cold, intimacy weaving between them as they stared up at the inky black sky dancing with northern lights.
She shook her head sharply and tapped her keyboard. Her lap
