Chapter Eleven
Gunnar could hardly talk through the lump in his throat. She was beautiful, a precious little angel staring up at him, through enormous eyes the color of wild chicory. White blonde hair, fine as silk, waved around her tiny shoulders. Her smile was pure Suzannah, but she was obviously Hansen too. He could see it in the shape of her eyes, and in the angle of her cheekbones. He drank her in, thirsty to memorize every detail.
Did it hurt when your heart grew exponentially? If not, he was having a heart attack. He must be having a heart attack, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath, and his hands felt clammy. Dread pooled low in his belly. What if something happened to Lulah? What if she got hurt? Or worse? He could hardly breathe, thinking of it. Maybe he wasn’t having a heart
