We Have Till Monday
Chapters (24)
We Have Till Monday
Cara Dee
Copyright
We Have Till Monday
Copyright © 2021 by Cara Dee
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
More from Cara
About Cara
Prologue
Camden Adair
“Oh, shoot,” I mumbled, sliding off my bed. Then I ran out of my room and toward the stairs. “Daddy! Can I have more screen time?”
In my defense, this was work-related. He better not get on his Domly high horse and deny me.
I found Daddy downstairs in the kitchen, where he was preparing his next recipe. Or maybe more than one. Thanksgiving was a very important holiday for chefs, and his upcoming video series would show his followers how to best use the leftovers to make some spectacular meals. Which he hated. Not the food or the cooking, but he did not like the social media part.
“I yelled for you,” I said, stopping on the other side of the big kitchen island. I placed my iPad on the countertop and watched him bend down to brush a couple drops of sauce from the edge of the plate. It looked amazing. He’d used a piping bag to make duchess potatoes, and they formed a circle around a stir-fry of turkey, leftover vegetables, cranberries, and gravy.
“And we don’t like yellin’ in this house, do we, darlin’?” he murmured distractedly.
He was very focused.
I scratched my nose. He’d forget the yelling shortly, because I knew Clara and the film crew would arrive soon, so Daddy had to get this done ASAP.
“You can grab your camera and take the pictures,” he told me. “And tell me why you need more screen time. I gave you four hours.”
Well…maybe four hours weren’t enough when you accidentally stumbled across someone gorgeous in the comment section.
That stuff required time for investigation.