Chapter Four
Arabella
Waking the next morning with a smile on my face, I ran my hands back and forth over the comfy bed I’d had the pleasure of sleeping in. No noisy traffic, no motel room doors squeaking open then slamming shut, no weird knocking noises, only blissful peace as I fell asleep with a full stomach.
Having to watch every penny I spent the last couple of weeks meant eating as little as possible. But that was over and done new. Chase had made the best steaks I’d ever eaten and giant baked potatoes — even the salad was tasty.
He’d left me a grocery list, and that would be my first chore after feeding the dogs. I had a quick shower, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, slipped on some flip flops, and then went to see how the dogs were doing. “Jurgen, Gunter, come here boys.”
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