Chapter 318

• Hearing the homeowner’s words, Zayla Steele felt both touched and a little envious—envious that she had a good husband who cherished her and their child, and heartsore that pregnancy was grinding her down enough that she had to scheme for relief.
• Zayla lifted the lemonade in front of her. Tart and sweet, it tasted great. She nodded. “It’s good.”
• “As long as you like it. I craved this when I was pregnant too, but don’t drink too much—too much sugar. I’ll bottle some for you to take home and dilute it with water. Make it your afternoon tea.”