Maisie
“Maisie?”
“Hm?” I turned from the sink, dropping the green beans I was rinsing, and focused on my man.
Hatch’s beautiful face formed an expression of bemusement mixed with concern. “Babe, I’ve called your name at least three times. You okay?”
“Oh, I’m golden, darling. Just up to my elbows in veggies.” I was in the compound kitchen, alone for the moment, and trying to figure out what would make the prison-style room look homier. The kitchen was built inside the large warehouse, which meant no windows, other than the passthrough to the great room. “We need some color in here.”
“We do?”
“Yes. Something to cheer this room up a bit.”
Hatch chuckled. “We’ll see what we can do next year.”
“Good.”
“In the meantime, do you need any help?”
“I’ll manage,” I huffed out in a tone that
