But then another sound.
A squeal of wicked laughter. And another. Suddenly, the bed-and-breakfast was filled with the sound of hysterical laughter, emanating from multiple people. Heart steadying and curiosity rising, he followed the sounds.
His inner investigator egged him on.
The squeals and peals of laughter intensified as he neared the bright kitchen.
Nothing could have prepared Max for the sight in the kitchen. Water pooled everywhere on the tile, and more water continued to bubble from underneath the sink, creating a kind of indoor, shallow water park. Lexie theatrically splashed around, combining water stomping with something that looked like ballet. Her laughter and antics even incited the ever-reserved Colby to motion. Miss Molly ran circles around them, barking and wagging her tail in a golden fan.
Natalie’s rich laughter warmed the kitchen, made the disaster seem less like a crisis and more whimsical. Water soaked her shirt and her loose hair dripped, clinging to her.
Those radiant green eyes were calm—she was just as carefree as she’d been under the tree several nights ago.
Stunning.
In every situation—flour dusted, bathed in moonlight, drenched in water—Max felt drawn to her.
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