“Haydn”—my hand cupped his cheek—“it will be fine.”
“No matter what, doll face, I do not leave your side.”
“Don’t worry so much.” I tried to laugh off the momentousness of the up-and-coming confrontation.
“I. Do Not. Leave. You.”
Realizing that he wasn’t going to bend in this situation, I sighed. “Okay, Haydn. We’re a team no matter what. I got it.”
“I’ve never been a team before,” I whispered.
“This one is for keeps, Verity. Don’t ever forget it.”
How could you not love hearing that sentence come out of a cute boy’s lips? And he was more sexy man than angelic kid. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or put him in a box and stick him in my pocket. Wow, did I ever wish that was the only test I was going to have to cope with over the next few hours. I wished even harder that I had some idea, any iota of a clue, as to what I was going to say to the Haven kids.
Or where I belonged.
Do they make compasses for life paths? Could I order a boatload of them for express delivery please?
Like right now?
Anyone? FedEx? Amazon.com? God? Oprah?
I’m begging, just in case I hadn’t been clear the million times I’d mentioned it before.