Scarlett
The biscuits were going to be tough. I couldn’t stop rolling the dough as Joshua stood questioning me. I knew he only yearned to know me better, but I didn’t know how to answer him. I wanted to tell him the whole truth, but we just met. I wasn’t ready.
I walked over to the counter where he had resumed chopping the vegetables. I grabbed another cutting board, realizing we would never have soup if I didn’t assist him in his effort.
I tried not to laugh at the way he held the knife while I reached across for the celery from the pile.
“You sure you want your hands anywhere near this mess?” He laughed.
I couldn’t help but giggle. “You do look a bit dangerous, but I’m not a carrot, so I think I’ll survive.”
I laid several ribs of the stalk on the board and began chopping. Wit
