"Need a wheelchair?" Damien Sterling halted and turned to look at the leisurely approaching Emma Hart, his gaze landing on her belly, he teased, "Or should we wait until you're bigger and need a stretcher to carry you around?"
"Sure," Emma retorted, having picked up a trick or two about bantering with Damien.
She stuck her tongue out at him, striding past with a vigor that belied any hint of sluggishness.
Damien watched her pass, momentarily dumbstruck, then a smile unwittingly broke across his face.
He had never encountered a girl quite like her... one who brought him such joy and comfort, words failing to fully capture her essence.
The dishes at the full fish banquet were exquisitely prepared, the fish tender to the point of perfection, enhanced by the chef's culinary expertise.
