“I’m sorry to disturb you,” Brenna began.
“No, you’re not.” How could a girl wearing muddy work boots intimidate her? Jude wondered. “I was in the little room upstairs. I’m glad you stopped by. I didn’t thank you exact the different day.”
“Oh, it’s no longer a problem. You were asleep on your feet.” Brenna stepped away from the gate, walked returned toward the stoop. “Are you settling in, then? You have all you need?”
“Yes, thanks.” Jude noticed that the dwindled cap Brenna squashed down over her hair carried a small winged determine pinned simply over the bill. More faeries, Jude thought, and found it charming that such an environment friendly female would put on one as a charm.
“Ah, would you like to come in, have some tea?”
“That would be lovely, thanks, however I’ve work.” Still,
