CHAPTER 17: Desiree
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Desiree woke, her stomach rumbling. She stretched, her limbs heavy and a slight soreness between her legs. She felt wonderful and that smell—bacon, coffee and toast—was better than wonderful. Her stomach rumbled again as she sat up. The bed was empty. She smiled. Lee must be making breakfast.
She stood, looking around but her clothes were in the living room. Lee’s shirt was lying on the floor. She grabbed it, holding it to her face and inhaling his cologne. Lord, that man smelled good and the rest of him wasn’t so bad either. She slid it on and tidied her hair in the mirror on the wall.
She strolled out of the bedroom and leaned against the wall to watch him. He was in the kitchen, alternating between the small stove and the counter where plates were stack
