Bell tsked. “The girls will tell you fussing is what I do best.”
“That’s right,” her daughters chorused, and Mr. Bell added a deep chuckle.
Mrs. Bell moved away toward the stove. “Let’s have some tea and cookies.”
“There’s more.” Wyatt remembered what had brought him here in the first place. And it wasn’t to share tea and cookies with Cora’s family, as appealing as that sounded. “Cora fell on her back trying to get away from the hornets. She banged her head pretty hard.”
Mrs. Bell shifted direction toward Cora and the twins rushed to her side.
“Let me have a look.” Mrs. Bell took Cora’s chin in her hands.
Wyatt squeezed his hand into a ball. He’d done the same thing, and despite his genuine concern about her injuries, longing had risen within him. A need to hold and comfort her. A desire to let her see into his heart, to confess his secrets and receive her understanding. Fortunately, he’d been too busy to give in to such foolish thoughts.
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