Traded for Love
“Her arm muscles flexed every time she brought the spatula around the inside of the mixing bowl. It was her first day back, so naturally, I kept a keen eye on her.
She set the bowl down and wiped her hands on her apron. “I don't like it when you hover.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “How did you even know I was here?”
“I just knew.” She went over to the mixer and began scooping heavy cream into the mixer bowl.
“I can't help it. I'm just making sure you're okay.”
When she tu...rned, her eyes were dark, as they usually were when she was irritated. “I'm not a child. I had a cold not the plague.”
“You had cold symptoms,” I replied. “And all because of that—”
“Shh!” Her eyes were wide as she nodded her head toward Leroy, who was making bread nearby.
I sighed. “Right.”MoreLess
She set the bowl down and wiped her hands on her apron. “I don't like it when you hover.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “How did you even know I was here?”
“I just knew.” She went over to the mixer and began scooping heavy cream into the mixer bowl.
“I can't help it. I'm just making sure you're okay.”
When she tu...rned, her eyes were dark, as they usually were when she was irritated. “I'm not a child. I had a cold not the plague.”
“You had cold symptoms,” I replied. “And all because of that—”
“Shh!” Her eyes were wide as she nodded her head toward Leroy, who was making bread nearby.
I sighed. “Right.”MoreLess
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