““There was a boy down at the stables." She laughed suddenly with her back comfortably nestled against Grant's chest. "Oh,Lord,he was a bit like Will, all sharp,awkward edges." "You were crazy about him." "I'd spend hours mucking out stalls and grooming horses just to get a glimpse of him.I wrote pages and pages about him in my diary and one very mushy poem." "And kept it under your pillow." "Apparently you've had a nodding aquaintance with twelve-year-old girls." He thought of Shelby and grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head. Her hair smelled as though she'd washed it with rain-drenched wildflowers. "How long did it take you to get him to kiss you?" She laughed. "Ten days.I thought I'd discovered the answer to the mysteries of the universe.I was a woman." "No female's more sure of that than a twelve-year-old.””
