Autumn was distracted and sleepy. As she moved around the pots and pans, putting everything back in its place, she just couldn't concentrate. She could hear the voices coming from the room upstairs and knew she should not worry.
Gabriel Frost was very perceptive. He had deliberately left the door to Arabelle's room open so she wouldn't worry. And yet, she could not relax. It made her feel odd, to think of living with a man, she barely knew. But she could recognise his laugh, for sure. The man had a hearty laugh and with the way he seemed to be eating at Arabelle's pretend restaurant, a hearty imagination for food. He'd kept her busy making all sorts of things in her pretend kitchen, much to her enjoyment.