Chapter Twenty-Four
Russell
I was in the middle of checking on the chicken I was roasting when I heard the door open. As soon as I heard footsteps entering the kitchen, awareness sizzled up my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood.
Paisley was carrying a giant box, and I hurried to take it from her. “Why’d you carry that in? It’s too big for you,” I scolded as I slid it on the counter.
Her cheeks were pink from the cool air as she shook her arms out. “I overestimated the length of my arms, but I got it in here.”
I looked down at her arms and smiled. “They're not as long as mine.”
“No s**t,” she teased.
“I'll help you unload,” I said, following her when she turned to walk out again.
I was stepping into a pair of boots by the door as she answered, “You don't have to.”
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