Chapter 11
I closed my eyes for a moment to hide the tears that threatened to fall. I was a mess, and suddenly all I wanted was for Hunter to get over his snit and come swoop me up into his warm arms, to tell me everything was going to be alright. I’d never felt as accepted as when burrowing into his broad chest. Too bad I hadn’t realized the value of what I possessed until it was too late.
Still, I had to admit that Celia’s tentative fingers pulling wet strands of hair away from my face gave me a strangely similar feeling of safety.
Safety that was currently an illusion, if the sensation of eyes on the back of my neck was any indication. So I brushed aside the mushy feelings, granted my mother what I hoped was a grateful smile, and shepherded her toward the door at a near trot.
Swoopi
