She catches me watching out of her periphery and those freckled cheeks turn a sweet shade of rose. Slipping away from the group, she finds her way to me. “I’m showing off your kitchen.” I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. “Our kitchen, you mean.” Hallie finally moved in with me after construction wrapped up, and it’s been like a dream waking up with her each day. It is a dream, I suppose. The one we dreamed of years ago that’s finally come to fruition. “Our kitchen.” She tilts her head back, chin on my chest. “Have you talked to your mom yet?”
