Jonah couldn’t get Mary Anna out of his mind.
There was something about her that he just couldn’t place. Something intriguing, something complex, something to be nurtured. Beneath her calm, demure nature, there was strength. And edge. A sense of determination that couldn’t be diminished. She desired improvements in her life, and she’d make them come to pass. Come hell or high water, she’d get what she wanted.
But there was something underneath the strength, serenity, and quiet beauty. It was sadness. Hurt. It flowed beneath her attributes much like an undercurrent. She’d seen things. Survived hardship. It wasn’t just from her words; the moment Jonah kissed her, he knew. It was like he’d absorbed just a glimpse of her emotions.
Absorbing things from others … something about that was fami
