“It’s no trouble.I love to cook.Besides, it’s just oatmeal.”
She places bowls in front of Daddy and me, containingsteaming oatmeal topped with fresh fruit.I glance over at him, and I can see adifference.He doesn’t look weak or lost.His green eyes are bright andfocused, his head of grey hair combed, and his shirt is neatly tucked into hisjeans.It’s one of his good days, and I intend to enjoy it thoroughly.
“Thanks.”
She traces the curve of my cheek with her fingers, giving mea warm smile.
“Such a beautiful girl.”
“That’s my Casey,” Daddy says with a proud grin.
“Aww shucks, you two.”
“Ethan’s a lucky man.”
Oh, crap.No, Clara, not in front of Daddy!
“Ethan?Is that the sheriff?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“So, it’s serious?”
Is it?I don’t even know.What he said last night soundedpretty damned serious.
“We haven’t really discussed it but… I don’t know.It mightbe.”
“Is he a good man?Does he treat you like a queen?”
“Yes… and yes.”
“Does he make you feel safe?”
“He’s very protective.”
Overprotective even.
“Does he make you happy?”
“Definitely.”
No question about that one.He reaches over and places hishand on mine, giving it a light squeeze.
“Well then, you have my blessing, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Daddy….”
I hop down from my stool and throw my arms around him,catching him unaware.He makes a startled sound and then wraps his arm aroundmy waist with a chuckle.
“Careful with the old man now.”
“Casey, why don’t you take Luke out into the garden?”Claraasks.“Get some fresh air.”
“Okay.Daddy?”
“Lead the way, moonbeam.”
***Ethan***
