was so very friendly.
“We were gonna have those instant grits.” She pointed at the counter.
He made a face at the box. “I’ve saved you from an ugly fate.”
“Mommy likes ’em.” She slid out of her chair and went to his elbow.
“You’re not such a big fan?”
He still hadn’t looked into her innocent face.
“I don’t mind ’em.” Lying, Hope smiled at Cassie, offering her loyalty.
“Maybe you’ll like this stuff instead.” Setting the last carton on the table, he looked at Hope and a smile spread across his face. A real smile. Wide, warm. Real.
Hope laughed out loud. “I was kinda scared to come here, but you’re nice, Mr. Van. I like your face.”
He laughed, too. Slowly, his hand curved around the back of Hope’s head.
For a split second, before he pulled back and whisked the bag off the table.
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