Blackbird’s eyebrows rose in surprise at my answer.
I continued before he said anything in response. “But I hope to god she never wises up. ’Cause I love that damn girl and I’ll put my life on the line to make sure she’s got everything she wants.”
Blackbird held my gaze for what felt like forever. I could feel a prickle at my side indicating that the Preacher was looking at me now, too, a burning sensation that made me want to itch or run or at least look at him. But I held my gaze steady to match Blackbird’s.
After a moment that could have been an hour, Blackbird laughed. It was a booming sound that filled the little house and immediately broke the tension.
The Preacher didn’t join in with it, but his gaze left me and he sat back more comfortably in his seat.
Turning to the Preacher,
