He grinned at her. “Come on, let’s go make breakfast.” He stood and held his hand out to her.
Kara took the offered hand, but used very little of its strength to pull herself to her feet. She concentrated on her feet when she started walking towards the kitchen, forgetting that she still held his hand.
He stopped her with a crooked smile. “Don’t look at your feet.” He said as he lifted her chin with the tip of his forefinger, never releasing her hand.
She threw him a teasing smile. “You sound like a dance instructor.”
“Oh? And have you had the pleasure of hearing those words in a dance class?” He teased.
She wrinkled her nose. “No, my parents taught me.” She answered before she rushed to the kitchen, dragging him along. “I want to celebrate.” She declared with sparkling eyes.
“Well,
