Farrah liked the throaty, hoarse quality of Darren’s voice. The dark, warm depths of his eyes. The way he sat by his brother at church. His determination and hard-working spirit.
She wasn’t sure how close to whole she was, but she knew she liked herself more each day. She knew she wanted Darren in her life again. By the soft, adoring look in his eyes, maybe he’d forgive her. Take her back. Maybe they could work through their problems and find a way to be together.
With those heavy thoughts in her mind, she cleared her throat. “It’s almost Christmas,” she said, backing up a step. “I didn’t want—well, I came to check on the new mushrooms, and I saw your truck here, and I didn’t want…you to be alone…today.” For some reason she couldn’t name.
Coolness entered those eyes. “I’m going to Ben’s
