Chapter Nineteen
Chase
Our one-month anniversary had Arabella cooking up something that smelled out of this world amazing. The aroma hit my nose as soon as I came in the door. “You’re gonna make me fat, girl.”
“Oh, you’re home already,” she said, looking a little frantic.
“Nice to see you too, baby.” Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her to settle her down a bit. “There’s no rush, Arabella. Take your time cooking.”
“Yeah, cooking,” she said, then looked at the pot of boiling water. “No rush.”
Her body was tense in my arms. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Just rushing around a lot today. You know.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the dishrag she had tucked into the pocket of her apron. “I’ll slow down now that you’re home.”
“I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself t
