Page 11 of The Bodyguard’s Innocent Obsession (His Obsession #3)

Arabella

One year later:

The smell of warm cinnamon and vanilla sugar curls through the air like a hug, thick and sweet and impossible to resist. Sunlight slants in through the tall front windows of Prescott slow, deep, warm. Full of promises we’ve already started keeping.

Behind us, the kitchen timer dings. I glance over my shoulder, and then back at him with a knowing smirk. “You want to help me take the croissants out of the oven?”

He grins like he’s just been handed heaven on a silver tray. “Only if I get to sample one.”

“I knew there was a catch.”

“There’s always a catch,” he says, leaning in one last time. “You caught me.”

And he catches me right back.

Every time.

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