Home for the Holidays (Dirt Track Dogs #6)
“She pulled in behind it and shut off the ignition, maneuvering her stomach out from behind the steering wheel. Slowly, she made her way up the porch stairs, her aching feet making her regret wearing her flats instead of tennis shoes.
She was getting too pregnant for fancy footwear.
Unlocking the door, she eased inside. The rancid scent of burnt tomatoes assaulted her nostrils and gave her a tiny pause as she waited to see how her stomach would react. Early on, she’d been extremely sensitive to food smells, her tummy unable to tolerate anything zesty or not bananas. Difficult when your profession involves cooking.
“Shit.” Blister’s muttered curse traveled from the kitchen to the living room as the sizzling of water boiling over had her rushing forward. Something clattered, ringing metal against metal. “Goddamn it,” he hissed.
In the kitchen, she found her mate splattered with red sauce and moving between three different pots in a frenzy, trying to keep everything from burning.
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