Maya's POV
After dinner and dishes, I settled on the back porch. I sat on the workbench, looking out across the juniper trees into the valley below. I was in my tank and PJ pants.
"What's wrong Mom?" I heard Jewel ask.
"So much to process, Jewel." I breathed.
"What is to process?" She countered.
"I care for Joe, but I am afraid to fully love him." I was worried. My shock hit shortly after telling her that.
"Mom, he is nothing like Dad. He had no reason to help. No reason to stay. But he has," Jewel smiled and said. Wrapping her arms around me, her brown eyes looked up with a smirk. "Plus Hawk and I approve. He is nothing like our original one was. If he had wanted to hurt you he had lots of time." She shrugged, squeezed me one more time, and wandered off to do her thing.
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