Addison
I swept the hair out of my face and stared around the newly cleaned kitchen.
There was no denying it had been an undertaking. What few groceries left in the fridge needed to be cleaned out—and the hazardous waste department was probably a better candidate to do it than I was, but I’d done my best all the same. My arms were sore up to the elbows from scrubbing away at dishes and getting on my knees to tackle the floors, but there was no doubting the place looked better. I might have even gone so far as to say it looked damned good.
damnedNow that Dylan was upstairs napping, I finally sank into a chair, ready to search online for the recipe I’d be making for tonight’s dinner.
God, that little girl was an angel.
I hoped Max knew how lucky he was to have her. She hadn’t thrown a s
