Chapter Twenty-Five
Sasha and Rachel were just finishing a massive breakfast with all of their favorites, along with lots of coffee for Sasha and fresh juice for Rachel, when the entryway doors opened and Dagan strode in with Cam on his heels. They froze, midstride.
Dagan was the first to speak, his eyes closed and his mouth watering, “What is that delicious smell?”
Cam grinned, “I told you so.”
“I know this one!” Sasha laughed as she got up to greet Dagan with a quick hug and kiss, wishing they could do more but content just to be in his arms. “It’s called sausage! Rachel makes the best!”
Dagan squeezed Sasha again, unwilling to let her go, which made Sasha that much happier, and winked, “Well, then I hope they will join us for breakfast every morning once our new home is finished.”
