Chapter Thirty-Three
“Here you go, honey,” Samara said, holding out a pair of small wool-lined leather gloves. “Make sure you listen to Bear.”
“Thanks, mom. I’ll listen,” Adaline promised.
“That’s a big basket,” Bear observed.
Samara laughed and placed the large picnic basket in the backseat of the UTV. “You both have bottomless stomachs and knowing my daughter, you’ll be back later than you plan. She’ll be starving the entire time you’re out,” she teased.
“I’ll keep a good eye on her,” Bear said.
“I know you will,” she replied with a smile before turning her attention back to Adaline. “If you start to feel cold at all, you let Bear know. Don’t wander off on your own,” she instructed.
“I knowwww,” Adaline groaned, leaning her head back against the seat.
Samara kissed Adaline’s uptu
