As her breathing slows and soft snores escape her, I kiss her head again. “Goodnight, Firefly.”
24I WANT MORE
Riley
Me:
I need advice.
Willa:
From me?
Me:
Please.
Willa:
What is it?
Me:
I think I’m in love.
Well,that’s dramatic. I’m not in love. Maybe? But most likely not. These stupid butterflies in my stomach are not that, right? Maybe just a stomach bug.
Willa:
Congratulations, that’s usuallya good thing.
Me:
I’m not supposed to want this man, though.
Willa:
okaaaay. Is he married?
Me:
No.
Not anymore, at least.
Willa:
Are you related?
Me:
Ew, no.
Willa:
Does he work at the ranch?
I don’t reply. I can’t. If I do, it’ll be a lie.
