I called into the living room, “come eat your cereal.” No answer. “Hey, monkey,” I looked around the entryway to the kitchen to see her pressing her little nose against the living room window, looking out into the street below. “What are you doing?” “When is he gonna be here?” “Pretty soon, but you have to eat your cereal so you’re ready to go.” Begrudgingly, she shuffled back into the kitchen to sit at the table. Halfway through her bowl, a knock sounded at the door and with a squeal she was up and running. “Mattie, wait,” I called out after her, “let me make sure I know who it is first.” Surprisingly, she waited. Granted, she jumped up and down squealing “Hurry, hurry, Mommy!” the whole time. But she did wait. A glance through the peephole revealed it was indeed Conall.
What do You think about Always Conall (Bitterroot #2)?
