She came to heal a
child’s heart…but it’s the grieving father who needs her most.
Getting on with
life didn’t include the woman in his kitchen
cooking breakfast for him and his daughter. At least not for the rest of his
life.
You like her, might as well admit that much. No reason
not too, you know. She’s done nothing to make you feel otherwise. Give the poor
woman a chance.
“For pity’s sake!” Cord hissed under his breath. “I am
capable of making up my own mind.”
“Cordell?”
Cord pulled in a
deep breath and pushed open the door, leaving the bucket of water on the porch.
“I didn’t want to disturb your sleep this morning, so I
slipped out the back.” Cord strolled over to the bedroom door where his
daughter slept. He listened for a few moments, satisfied that Beth was still
sleeping, but he could tell it wouldn’t be long before she was awake, wanting
his full attention. She was the one constant and joy each and every morning in
his life, come rain or shine.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” he whispered, making his way
over to where Mollie stood dishing up their breakfast.
“Papa.” Beth’s sleepy voice caused them both to make a move
toward the bedroom.
“I’ll get her. She’s used to seeing me first thing in the
morning,” Cord said, holding up his hand, then walking toward the room where
his daughter moved about in her crib.