Chapter Eleven
Nicole was in the midst of getting the blood pressure cuff set up when her fantasy came true—sort of. She and Max were in the family section of the dining room, where the Rockwells took their meals. Max sat in his favorite spot, overlooking the berry garden that Amanda had planted. She’d just noticed that the cuff needed a spritz of sanitizer, so she was hunting through her bag for the little spray bottle of alcohol.
One other group still lingered over their coffee; everyone else had already left for their morning adventures. Max’s plate held the remains of buttermilk pancakes, which he should probably not be eating. Her bowl of oatmeal was almost empty.
Mundane details, which got swept away as Kai strode into the dining room.
Just like in her fantasy.
In a white t-shir
