Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

Cole tilted his head, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he caught the edge in her tone. Her bitterness wasn’t lost on him, and he decided to meet it with a touch of humor.

You’re not wrong, he replied, his voice light but steady, the faintest smirk playing on his features. Knowing what’s what keeps everything running smooth. But don’t worry—we’re not here to empty the pantry. Just taking stock.

His amber gaze lingered on her, measuring her expression, the way her shoulders tensed as though guarding something fragile. Plentiful or not, balance matters. Can’t let the valley fall to ruin now, can we? he added, his tone softer, laced with understanding.

Then, with a slight shrug, he gestured out toward the expanse. Besides, nothing wrong with a little company out here. Even if it’s grudging.