Naya walked into the kitchen and struggled to get a bowl down from the top cabinet. As she tried and tried with all the strength she had, she took a stool to help support her.
“Stop,” Brett stopped her as he held her hand to prevent her from climbing the stool. “Let me help you, okay?”
She nodded and watched him pull the bowl down for her. Her eyes couldn’t leave his physic as he assisted her with that little gesture. Her eyes admired his muscles and his sexy beard. His Adam apple bounced, and his chest looked comfortably broad. She snapped out of her thoughts and concentrated on the bowl. Why was she suddenly thinking like that? This was someone’s husband. Perhaps that was why Lovelyn was mad at her. She was beginning to grow to like her husband. This wasn’t allowed at all.
“Have it
