Chapter 39 - Harper

Daniel is a charming man. That does not need to be clarified, because he has made it clear to me from day one. He hasn't stopped telling jokes and making me laugh, since we got to his house. I'm sitting on an island counter, in the middle of his beautiful kitchen, while he cooks dinner.

“Are you sure you don't want me to give you a hand?” I ask him again, while I caress Dante's head on my lap.

“Sure.” He smirks and continues to cut the tomatoes into chunks. “Also, dog hair is not included in the recipe,” he jokes.

I stick my tongue out at him.

“That's what soap and water exist for,” I reply, imitating his mocking tone. “Did you know that there is something called ‘washing your hands’?"

He laughs.

“Normally, I help my mother cook,” I shrug. “Here, sitting doing nothing, I can't help but feel like a useless person.” I wince with my mou