#Chapter 150: Beach Day

Ava The sound of Chris rummaging around the kitchen stirred me from my sleep. I blinked open my bleary eyes, taking a moment to get my bearings in the unfamiliar surroundings of the Packhouse apartment. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the white sheets. With a groan, I rolled onto my back and stretched. My body ached slightly from the unfamiliar mattress—I had been staying in the Packhouse apartment to give Ophelia and Leonard space in my tiny cottage, and my back was beginning to protest. The clatter of pots and pans grew louder, finally urging me to toss off the covers and pad out to the main room in search of the source. I found Chris in the small kitchen, his back to me as he packed a wicker basket. “What are you up to?” I asked through a yawn, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind. Chris turned to look at me with a crooked grin and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “Morning, beautiful. I thought we