Kenzie’s face went white, and she slowly slipped to the floor, as though her legs would not hold her one more second. “What do you mean?”
Myles did not want to have this conversation. But she had to know. Or she’d up and leave and be in more danger than ever before.
Oh Lord, I’ve really messed this whole situation up. But YOU know I only want to protect Kenzie. Please show me how to make her understand. I haven’t been doing a good job of that lately. Give me Your words to explain everything to her.
When Myles glanced back at Kenzie, he saw that her face was still turned up to him in expectant hope. She was actually soft and tender, a far cry from the feisty redhead she often portrayed. He couldn’t decide who he liked better, sweet or spicy Kenzie. Both fascinated him.