Chapter Fifteen
Caleb
I leaned my elbows on the counter and watched while Ella finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I’d offered to do most of the cleanup, but she’d swatted me away. I took a pull on my beer, savoring the sight of her as she bent over to put the last plate in the bottom rack. I’d conveniently forgotten what a sweet a*s she had. Well, it wasn’t that I’d forgotten, it was that she’d filled out more, so it was even sweeter than I remembered.
It was a good thing my memories hadn’t been that sharp. If they had, the blade of missing her would’ve sliced deeper. It had cut deep enough as it was.
When she straightened and turned around, her hair fell loose from the knot atop her head. The rich brown locks tumbled in a graceful swing, cascading down her back. Her cheeks
