Chapter 66
~ Hailey ~
I stood at the kitchen counter, trying really hard to just keep my focus on the pasta dough in front of me. On the sauce simmering on the stove. On anything except thinking about Navine or any one of the Bellamys.
The dough was almost ready. Smooth and elastic under my hands. Another few minutes of kneading and it would be perfect. Then I could roll it out, cut it into fettuccine, and lose myself in the mechanical process of cooking.
Anything to stop thinking about Navine out there with his friends. About the glimpse I'd caught of him through the doorway—looking tired and worn and somehow still devastatingly attractive in his leather jacket and riding gear.
Anything to stop remembering the blood on his knuckles this morning. The fury in his eyes. The way he'd loo
