Chapter Eleven
Daphne
After three days of cooking and baking for the resort guests, I felt better than I had in years. Mind you, the bar was so low on my well-being that it wasn’t hard to beat, but still. It felt good to feel useful, and it felt good to remember there were some things I could manage.
It said something that I felt that good despite how unnerved I was by the insanity of what had passed between Flynn and me during that stormy night. It was hard not to think about it. It was nearly impossible to forget when he was always around and always mouthwateringly handsome.
Take now, for example. Flynn was standing at the counter, picking up a piece of cheese Grant had sliced into giant chunks. When my eyes snagged on Flynn’s long fingers, I instantly recalled the feel of them. Insi
