Steal My Heart, Trevor Excerpt
In two minutes she was back, handing him the dustpan. The green bucket holding the one survivor was cradled on her hip. Bryn shivered. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
Dropping the dustpan, Trevor took her in his arms as easily as if she were Annabelle or Daisy. “Please don't cry. I know how you feel about these turtles. And this is terrible. But the diamondbacks will come lay more eggs.”
“I know. But still.”
When she hiccupped against his chest, it turned him inside out.
“This is the way of nature, Bryn,” he murmured into the soft hair that tickled his nose. She felt so delicate in his arms, so breakable. While he comforted her, feelings unfolded inside him, sensations he’d never experienced.
How interesting. More interesting than any of his experiments.
With a sniffle and a sigh, Bryn pulled away. Trevor struggled to separate his feelings from the facts. He was pretty good at that. But not tonight. He’d think about this later.
Setting the bucket in a safe place, they began to work. At least eight of the pots had been left undisturbed. Crouching down, Bryn stare at the clean boards, as if they still held broken eggshells. She kept peering into the bucket held carefully in her hands. How he wished that hatchling would appear. “How many turtles do you think they a-ate?”
The words hurt for her to say them. “They were probably still eggs, Bryn. Not turtles.” Since when had he started telling blatant lies? It’s not like a raccoon would look at the sticks and take them in order. “Well, except for...”
“Our survivor,” she supplied.
“Let’s name it.” “I can’t think of anything.” Bryn looked totally done in.
“Sheldon,” he blurted.
Bryn squinched her eyes at him as if he were crazy. “You mean that smart, nerdy kid on TV?”
“Sure. Why not?”
The hint of a smile teased her lips. “Only you would think of that.”
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In two minutes she was back, handing him the dustpan. The green bucket holding the one survivor was cradled on her hip. Bryn shivered. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
Dropping the dustpan, Trevor took her in his arms as easily as if she were Annabelle or Daisy. “Please don't cry. I know how you feel about these turtles. And this is terrible. But the diamondbacks will come lay more eggs.”
“I know. But still.”
When she hiccupped against his chest, it turned him inside out.
“This is the way of nature, Bryn,” he murmured into the soft hair that tickled his nose. She felt so delicate in his arms, so breakable. While he comforted her, feelings unfolded inside him, sensations he’d never experienced.
How interesting. More interesting than any of his experiments.
With a sniffle and a sigh, Bryn pulled away. Trevor struggled to separate his feelings from the facts. He was pretty good at that. But not tonight. He’d think about this later.
Setting the bucket in a safe place, they began to work. At least eight of the pots had been left undisturbed. Crouching down, Bryn stare at the clean boards, as if they still held broken eggshells. She kept peering into the bucket held carefully in her hands. How he wished that hatchling would appear. “How many turtles do you think they a-ate?”
The words hurt for her to say them. “They were probably still eggs, Bryn. Not turtles.” Since when had he started telling blatant lies? It’s not like a raccoon would look at the sticks and take them in order. “Well, except for...”
“Our survivor,” she supplied.
“Let’s name it.” “I can’t think of anything.” Bryn looked totally done in.
“Sheldon,” he blurted.
Bryn squinched her eyes at him as if he were crazy. “You mean that smart, nerdy kid on TV?”
“Sure. Why not?”
The hint of a smile teased her lips. “Only you would think of that.”
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