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" When are you going to do something about those feelings of yours?” His eyes darted to Mama Jo. Her blue eyes studied him over the ridge of her bifocals. Heat rose on his neck. “What do you mean?” She pinned him with a look. “I think you know what I mean.” There was something in her eyes that made the blood rush to his face. Cacophony erupted on the court as PJ sank another shot, the others groaning. Daniel watched them blindly, his heart in his throat. First Madison, now Mama Jo. His secret wasn’t a secret anymore. His heart raced. “How long have you known?” “Since about five seconds after your feelings changed.” He scratched his neck, wishing twilight would fall faster. “I understood why you held back at first.” Mama Jo flipped another page. “She was so young. She was with Aaron, and they were so—” She stopped before saying the hurtful words. He’d stayed away a lot during those four years. It was too hard seeing Jade so in love with someone who wasn’t him. “The secret admirer notes.” She looked at him over her glasses. “They were from you?” His lips parted as his eyes shot to her. This was getting out of hand. “Please don’t tell her.” She removed her glasses, folded them, and set them on the paper, looking down. “At first, when she came home, I thought maybe the time was finally right. That you’d finally tell her how you felt.” She waved her hand. “I know I’m butting in here.” She looked toward Jade and Cody, then back to him. “But I see things moving forward, and I worry you’re missing your open window. Maybe the last one you’ll get.” He "
― Denise Hunter , Dancing with Fireflies (Chapel Springs, #2)
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" He didn’t stir when she brushed the hair from his forehead. She’d leave in a minute. She just wanted to look at him awhile. Let it sink in that he was hers and she was his. That she’d found love despite her efforts to avoid it. That she’d found a man who was worth the risk. That he loved her, had waited for her. Not for weeks or months but for years. She let her eyes roam over his beautiful, familiar face. His long lashes, his stately nose, his lips, slackening now in sleep. He was breathing easily, sleeping deeply. She looked at the door, considering, then settled into the chair instead. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not for a long time. "
― Denise Hunter , Dancing with Fireflies (Chapel Springs, #2)
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" Tell me about the babies,” Daniel said. “The babies?” “How big are they now?” She turned her head and met his warm gaze, soaking in some of his calm. “A pound and a half each—twelve inches. Fully developed hands. They can even touch each other.” He smiled. “I’ll bet they’re already saying ‘He’s touching me, Mom.’ ” She drew in a long, even breath and blew it out. “Probably. They can hear too.” “Like, womb sounds?” “That, but also us.” “They can hear us? Right now?” “Right now.” His gaze fell to her tummy. “Hey, little Nugget.” He said softly. “You hear me in there?” “Nuggets you mean. Two of them, remember?” “The other one is Peanut. I was getting to her.” Jade smiled. “Her?” He shrugged. “That’s just the way I think of them.” It "
― Denise Hunter , Dancing with Fireflies (Chapel Springs, #2)
