Chapter 12
~ Hailey ~
Cook Christmas food for the Bellamys?
The request sat in my mind like a stone. Why couldn't they just hire a chef? Or order takeout from one of those fancy restaurants that probably charged a fortune for holiday meals? They had money. More money than I'd see in a lifetime.
But no. Somehow I'd been volunteered to play domestic goddess for a family that was falling apart at the seams.
"I would assist you in the kitchen if you want," Nathaniel said, that lazy smirk still playing at his lips. "So you wouldn't make the mistake of cutting yourself like your sister."
The casual way he said it, like Yvonne's "accident" was just a silly mishap rather than the calculated manipulation I knew it to be made my jaw tighten.
"It is just sad your friend Trice left," he c
