I close my eyes again. There’s the smell of mountain snow on the air. I shiver. I would have brought a coat if I’d known I was going to be in Wyoming today. I’m a wuss about cold.
You’re my California flower, I remember Tucker saying to me once. We were sitting on the pasture fence at the Lazy Dog, watching his dad break in a colt, the leaves in the trees red just like they are today. I started shivering so hard my teeth actually began to chatter, and Tucker laughed at me and called me that—his delicate California flower— and wrapped me in his coat.
He’s giving it all back. I hate how much this hurts me, how much I’m clearly still hanging on to what we had.
Cynthia HandWe can take this “we belong together” thing slow
Cynthia HandI missed his voice in my head, in my ears. I missed his face. His smile.
Cynthia HandOne of them is probably Michael, I think. All I have to do to find my dad is go to church.
Cynthia HandYou’re very powerful, Clara,” Dad says. “Even for a Triplare, you’re remarkable. Your connection is strong and steady.
Cynthia HandThat’s what I feel. I’d die to protect you.
Cynthia HandBut there’s something about you two, when you’re together. It’s like you fit.” He grins. Shrugs. “He’s your soul mate.
Cynthia HandI would lay down my life to protect you, Clara,
Cynthia HandTucker Avery wants to be my friend.
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