Chapter 68: Book 1 : Chapter 68 War Of The Pickles

November 16th

I woke the next morning groggy-eyed and with a serious lack of enthusiasm for life. Thankfully, Leo was nowhere to be seen, but I could smell him from somewhere in the house.

I didn't move for what at least an hour. Nothing was working in terms of motivation so I just gave up trying to get out of the warm comfy bed and lay there staring at the ceiling.

Eventually, my rumbling stomach gave me the inducement I needed to tiptoe downstairs in search of food, still hoping that my mate would be in his office and wouldn't notice me.

"Morning, Ella," a deep voice called from his office.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and froze.

"Morning," I replied before quickly diverting away from his office and into the kitchen.

I headed straight for the cupboard. I'll just grab my gherkins and be on my way...

Hold up.

Who stole my gherkins?