without her glasses. Emotion smashed into Willa. She didn’t remember moving her feet across the short distance that separated them. She was just there, reaching for her daughter.
“Birdie, Birdie, Birdie.” She sobbed her daughter’s name over and over as she clutched her against her chest, dropping down, nearly falling crazily backward as she held her.
Birdie lifted her small face to her, her eyes wide and scared. Willa was scaring Birdie. She had to pull herself together.
“I was worried about you, sweetie. I couldn’t find you.”
“I was sleeping.”
“You weren’t in your bed!”
“I was in your bed, Mama. I was scared of the storm.”
Birdie hadn’t been in her bed! She’d checked! But right now she didn’t care, it was a senseless point. She couldn’t resist tugging Birdie tightly against her one more time. Wherever she had been, she was here now. In her arms.
“You’re wet, Mama,” she mumbled into Willa’s chest, wriggling in her mother’s arms.
“I know. I’m sorry.” She was soaked and she didn’t care. But she didn’t need to soak Birdie, too. She forced herself to let Birdie draw back.
Emotion still shot her pulse off the scale. Birdie was alive, in her arms. She wanted to just sit down and cry and hold her precious daughter.
“Who’s that man, Mama?”
Willa scrambled to her feet, controlling the sudden, silly—she knew it was silly—this urge to push Birdie behind her to keep her safe. As if she needed to protect her from Penn. Penn had been helping her to search for Birdie.
But he was also the one who was here to threaten the very foundation of her and Birdie’s lives, take this farm away from them.
Penn’s gaze, stark in the shadows cast by the flashlight he held directed low, struck her tightly, intensely. Even from several feet away, she felt as if he loomed over her, making her feel short despite her five feet, seven inches. He was…Big was the only word that came to mind.
Yeah. Big and bad. Good-looking and arrogant. A city slicker here to smash her like a bug beneath his steely boot.
That was difficult to remember when she was also grateful to him. And way too emotional.
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