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"I think I'm still dreaming."
Audrey appeared in the doorway, wearing an old Harley-Davidson T-shirt that reached the tops of her knees. It was one of my old shirts that I'd forgotten here. She probably had no idea who it belonged to, and I wasn't about to tell her. Not when the sight of her wearing it made my chest swell with an unreasonable amount of pride.
"Why's that, Dove?"
She rubbed her eyes and scrunched that cute nose, her hair twisted into a messy bun on top of her head. The morning light made her hair shine a golden light.
She looked adorable as f**k.
She plopped onto one of the kitchen stools and rested her elbows on the island.
"First, you're here in the kitchen on a weekday instead of Phoenix. Second, you're cooking. Third, you're wearing an apron that says 'K
