The Protector's Promise

“Probably, but in this case, it just means accepting a gift from a secret admirer. A secret admirer! How cool is that?”

Not cool, creepy, but Honor decided not to say that to Candace. “Really cool. Is Lily still in her room?”

“She was sitting on her bed looking dejected when I checked on her.” Candace didn’t seem to care that Honor had changed the subject. Her gaze was on the flowers, a soft smile playing at her lips. Did she dream of finding a handsome prince to carry her away? In all the years she’d been living with Honor, Candace had never mentioned wanting to date, get married or have children.

And Honor knew better than to ask. Candace was as close-mouthed about her dreams as Jay had been verbal. “I guess I’d better go deal with our little escape artist.”

“I’ll put the flowers on the dining room table. They’ll look nice there.”

For some reason, the thought of having the flowers sitting in the middle of the table while she enjoyed a meal with the girls didn’t sit well with Honor. “No. Just leave them here. They’re too pretty to put in the dining room. We’ll keep them out here where visitors can see them.”

Candace looked doubtful, but shrugged. “If we had any visitors that would make sense.”

“We’ve had a few visitors recently.”

“A sheriff and our neighbor.” Candace paused. “You know, maybe that’s who sent the flowers.”

“Who?” Honor headed toward her bedroom, anxious to put the conversation behind her, but not wanting to cut Candace off. Despite her harsh upbringing, Candace was a sensitive soul. Sometimes too sensitive.

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