Maize’s on Mila’s hip, nuzzling her head in Mila’s neck and hair. She adores Mila so much—not that I can blame her. It tugs at my heart every time I see them together. I often wonder if she thinks Mila is her mother, and if it’ll end up confusing her if Mila ever decides to move on.
The thought of her leaving has my heart aching with sadness—for both Maize and me.
“I should get back to the B&B,” I say, approaching them just as Mila turns around. Her lips are swollen, and I like knowing I’m the reason why.
“Okay. I’ll probably put her down for an hour or so and start dinner.”
“How about I worry about dinner tonight?”
She tilts her head, and the slightest smile forms as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Okay.”
Closing the gap between us, I dip down to press a kiss on Maize’s head and
