Chapter 37

Chloe moved in beside Noah, nudging him away from the sink where a mountain of white foam still threatened to overflow. "Mr. Hayes, I'm going to take care of this." Noah didn't argue. He stepped back, drying his hands with a towel, but he didn't leave the room. He leaned against the counter, watching her systematic movements as she began to rinse the plates he had buried in soap. The silence between them wasn't heavy, just quiet, until Noah broke it. "You know, we should consider hosting...