Fern’s face floated in his mind. Maybe Fern would be part of a new life, but strangely enough, Ambrose didn’t want to talk to the guys about Fern. It felt too soon. And he discovered he wanted to protect her, even from the ghosts of his closest friends. They’d all laughed too often at the little redhead, told too many jokes at her expense, poked too many holes, and taunted one too many times. So Ambrose kept Fern to himself, safe inside a rapidly expanding corner of his heart, where only he knew she belonged.
