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Honestly, I see seedtime and harvest in everything now. A thought ripens into words, then actions, then character.
“Listen to me, young lady. There will always be someone who can’t see your worth. That’s a fact of life. Don’t let that someone be you. Got it?”
My heartbeat accelerated, my hasty breakfast settling with the finesse of a rock as soon as I noticed the HP.
Yelping, I squeaked, “Leave, fear?” Then I did it. I punched him. Kind of. Maybe tapped his cheek was a better description.
“My orders were explicit. Every minute you’re not there, we’re late.”
How wonderful to share “a food” with Shiloh, my treat.
“You sack of sugar! This is one of the most incredible gifts I’ve ever received.”
If Cyrus was a Soalian, I would eat my shoes.
“You speak of what you do not understand, Miss Roosa.” “Everyone is fond of saying that, but no one is willing to explain.”
“I quit as your babysitter,” I wheezed after draining the contents.
Tears of relief welled, my surroundings blurring. “Thank you, Cyrus. You really are a sugar bear.”
His voice nearly buckled my knees. The sound carried the weight of many rushing waters, sending ripples over my entire being.
“Why are you so pretty?” he asked.
“I did good,” I said, giving myself an evaluation. His answering half grin suggested I’d earned extra credit.
“Do I get a hug too?” Jericho asked with his usual snark. “No,” Shiloh and I answered in unison.
“Don’t beat yourself up about my poor battered heart.