Piper sighed, the tension of the last couple of days draining away. Weak and giddy with relief, she absorbed the warmth of Myles’ arms around her, the soft woosh of his breath inches away.
He loved her.
She’d been so very, very wrong. Thank God.
And now that her world had been set to rights, she needed to rock his one more time.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, a crash sounded from the kitchen.
Piper’s gaze shot to the blocks, but of course her nephew hadn’t sat around while they’d been intent on saving their marriage. She bolted into the kitchen, Myles on her heels, then skidded to a stop at the edge of the disaster.
“I don’t think we’ll be getting our bread this week,” Myles observed.
Preston had somehow turned over the twenty-five-pound bucket of flour Leah kept by the c
