Linda Ford - The Path To Her Heart

She waited a moment for peace and contentment to return.

“I ain’t no girl,” Jessie repeated.

“I’m not a girl,” she corrected. “And I can plainly see you’re a big strong boy.”

He pushed his chest out and lifted his chin.

Behind him the basement door clicked and he spun around. “Daddy, are you done now?”

Boothe stepped into the room, carrying a box. “For now.” He saw Emma at the table and his eyes narrowed. “What are you doing, Jessie?”

“Me and Miss Emma were talking.”

Emma’s cheeks burned with guilt. She kept her head down, afraid to meet Boothe’s gaze as she waited for Jessie to tell his father about their discussion over hospitals.

“She said I could have a doll.” Jessie’s comment dripped with disgust.

Boothe chuckled, pulling Emma’s gaze from her work. His eyes seemed softer, like the first gentle light of morning. He held her gaze for a heartbeat and then another. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating as something passed between them, something fragile, tenuous, unfamiliar and slightly frightening.

“I told her I’m not a girl.” Jessie’s voice sliced through the moment.

Boothe grinned at his son.

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