Chapter Eleven
BONNIE STOOD IN the doorway, one hand clutching tight to her purse strap as she did her best to look casual and non-threatening to little Abby. The facade was wasted effort. With a cold exterior, she towered over Abby’s tiny body, stiff in all her movements. “I thought we could get some lunch, and then maybe go back to that park we went to the other day.” Bonnie was focused on Abby, a plastic smile on the woman’s face as she attempted to coax the little girl—her daughter, but no less a stranger—to take her hand without cringing. Clint wasn’t sure who looked more nervous, Bonnie or Abby.
“I think that sounds like a lot of fun,” he said, kneeling down next to Abby, his hand resting on her back. His smile was genuine and, he hoped, reassuring to his little one. “The park twic
