Adrianna:
The kitchen was finally clean, the soft clatter of dishes giving way to a calm, comfortable silence. The sun had set, and the warm glow of the farmhouse lamps cast long shadows across the walls. Sawyer wiped his hands on a towel and glanced over at me, leaning against the counter, my arms crossed, but my face soft, a small smile playing at her lips.
“You look like you could use a little relaxation,” Sawyer said, his voice low and teasing. He tossed the towel aside and motioned toward the living room. “Why don’t we start the fire?”
I raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest as I followed him. I sat on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me as I watched Sawyer crouch by the fireplace. His movements were sure and practiced, and within minutes, flames crackled to life, filling the roo
