“No,” I said quietly. “I wouldn’t call her sweet.” Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink, but she kept her gaze on mine. “What would you say, then?” she asked. “She’s fearless,” I said. “Some people are too afraid to love that way, undaunted by whatever might come next, which might look like sweetness to some. But I just see a big, brave heart.” I blinked away, shocked by what I’d said. Based on how Greer’s hands fidgeted under mine, she felt the same way.
