Bearclaw Valley Papa Said Love Wouldn't Be For Me

Cole leaned against a nearby tree, watching Milana with a knowing smirk as she practically floated back into Bearclaw’s borders. He cocked his head, his gaze flicking between her and the trail she’d come from, catching the spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Well, well, ain’t you just all lit up like a firefly, Milana, he drawled, a playful glint in his eyes as he stepped forward. Got yourself quite the fine-lookin’ fella, too, from the look of things. Gotta say, you’re glowin’ like you just won a prize.