Mentally clicking off Agnes’s chatter, Kris took in the sight of her daughter. Joanna’s hair was pulled back, and there was a light sheen of perspiration on her perfectly oval face, as though the kitchen was overheated. Her cheeks glistened. She radiated good health and something else Kris couldn’t quite identify. He simply knew she was a lovely, intriguing creature worth a great deal of study.
“You’re early,” she said, searching his face as though questioning his apparent social faux pas.
He met her gaze steadily. “I was hoping you might need some help with taste tests.”
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