Sammy didn't look nearly as disheveled as she did. Flour covered her body from head to toe, every time she moved a puff of white came from somewhere. A glob of bread dough, pie crust, or perhaps butter, smeared one cheek, while a long, black streak stretched down the other. All of it made her look more adorable than anything he'd ever seen. Her hard work had paid off. The meal was delicious. At least what he'd tasted so far and the pie sitting beside his plate looked close to perfect. The neat and clean kitchen might have made him wonder if she'd conjured up the meal if she didn't look like she'd just fought a war with a flour tornado. "I'm sorry I wasn't up when you left this morning. I didn't realize you got up so early. I'll be up tomorrow to make you breakfast." Her soft voice broke his thoughts. Kid resumed eating, savoring each mouthful. "That's not necessary. I can manage my own breakfast. Besides, I won't have to leave as early tomorrow." "Where did you have to go today?" she asked.
