Chapter 17 You Look Familiar

• Valerie had been waiting for Armani’s return, the grocery list squeezed into her apron. She sat on the couch, flipping through her phone, pretending not to be restless but she was. The moment she heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway, she straightened, bracing herself for yet another exhausting exchange with him.
• The front door swung open, and Armani stepped inside, his intense gaze sweeping over her before settling on the piece of paper in her hand. She approached him cautiously, extending the list.
• “What’s this?” he asked, accepting it with a raised brow.