CHAPTER SEVEN
Shannon yawned, stretched, and looked at the alarm clock by the bed. Six-thirty-seven.
Got a good five hours in, she realized. And I’m starving.
Then she realized what had caused her to wake. A tantalizing aroma had made its way up the stairs to tempt her back to awareness.
She stood, stretched again, and moved to her suitcase to rummage for something to wear beside the robe. Oh good, she grabbed it for me, Shannon thought as her hand found a sleeve of her favorite oversized sweatshirt. She slipped it on along with yoga pants, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, and made her way downstairs.
“Something smells fabulous,” Shannon exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. “What is that?”
Beef stroganoff, Leah scribbled, then added He’s cute AND he can cook? Double bonus for
