Chapter 8Banging coming from the kitchen woke me up when the sun was high in the sky. The smell of bacon hit my nostrils, and I sat straight up. My window curtains were still open, reminding me of last night’s rendezvous with Boaz. Just the thought of him had me tingling from head-to-toe.
“Ah, hell!” The deep voice of my daddy came through the door. I laughed to myself, popped out of bed, and got dressed in yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt. Casey must have let him in, and instead of answering a million questions, she probably left with Cora quickly.
“Daddy!” I called arms outstretched, as I entered the tiny kitchen.
“My little Pearl!” He swooped me up in a big hug and spun me around, something he had been doing since I was a kid. He wasn’t a huge man, but I was short like my mama.
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