Alison heard another muffled curse from the kitchen, followed by the clang of pots and pans, and couldn’t suppress a giggle. Noah, always so composed and confident, seemed to be having quite the struggle. Despite the tumult of emotions she’d been trying to push aside, a warmth remained in her chest.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the clothes Noah had left for her. He had been so gentle, so considerate. The sight of him searching for clothes had been both hilarious and sweet. She hadn’t expected that from him—someone who rarely had to deal with domestic matters.
Standing, Alison smoothed down her clothes and left the room, curiosity drawing her downstairs. She wasn’t sure what kind of disaster awaited in the kitchen, but judging by the sounds, it was going to be
