Beard Science (Winston Brothers, #3)

by Penny Reid

Again, she’d taken me by surprise. Jennifer Sylvester wasn’t fierce. She was nuttier than a pecan pie.

She’s going to cry. This was a situation that required neutralizing. I placed my hand over hers and gave her a squeeze. “There, there.” Fruit cake. “Calm down—” “Don’t tell me to calm down,” she screeched, wrenching her hands away.

‘Old things have soul.’ Then to me she’d add on a whisper, ‘And young things have spirit.’”