Whitefish River Spring Fever

perhaps it was for the best she stepped away and sat down. which was...well, that was certainly a loaded thought, wasn't it?

you didn't want to be forced into marriage in mereo. he started off with, trying to collect himself enough to think beyond his own hormones. i'm not going to...i'm not gonna...ask you to marry me or tell you i love you just to— he shifted awkwardly, uncomfortable with himself.

i like you malila, and i get uncomfortable thinking about...somebody else finding you like this. unless that's— unless you want to go find somebody else who can you tell you exactly how they feel or who might have a better...feeling to offer.

and even if that's...that's what you go do, i'll still be...right here.

and he felt that softening of his backbone, he heard his mother's voice all over again telling him he was just like his father.

his father who had bed his mother for no reason other than the season.