Chapter Twenty
The kitchen smelled like expensive coffee and bacon. The counters gleamed, freshly wiped down after Leo had made breakfast. It seemed that his meticulousness extended outside of his studio and into every part of his life.
That was a trait that I could appreciate. I was kind of a slob. Not that I meant to be. I just tended to get busy. Any time I would start cleaning my mind would wander to all the other tasks that I needed to do and before I knew it, I would be starting on something else.
It was something that drove Chrissy crazy and I more than understood. I drove myself crazy with it.
My eyes moved over to Ian. His hands were braced on the counter, fingers drumming against the marble. Eyes glued to the coffeemaker as the hot liquid slowly dripped into the carafe. A
