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• We all jump out of the cart, running to where Mr. Masters is sprawled on the ground. “Oh my God, Mr. Masters. Are-are you all right?” I stammer as I drop to the ground beside him.
• “I’m fine.” He groans, slowly trying to push himself up. “Why weren’t you looking where you were going?” “Why did you jump in front of the buggy?” I hit back. “I was trying to get your attention.” He stands and dusts the dirt from his shirt. Stupid man. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle? I could have killed him. “Dad.” Sam hugs him. “It was...
• right thing. He suddenly seems at ease. “Why are you like this?” I ask. “Like what?” “Cranky all the time.” He smiles softly. “I don’t know. It’s just who I am.” “It must get lonely.” His eyes search mine and I feel a power change between us, as if it’s a palpable thing. Suddenly, I see him for what he really is: a very misunderstood man sitting on...
• Knock, knock. I glance up. “Come in.” Mr. Masters puts his head around the door. "Nightcap, Bree?" I smile. Bree. He called me Bree. “Erm.” I scratch my head, glance back at my book, and then back at him. God, I’m at a really good part of my book and they are just about to get it on. “If you would rather read your book, don’t worry about it,” he sn...
• “I will. I’ll call you each day to check on the children.” Our eyes lock once more, and my stomach dances with excitement that he will be calling me. Just for the children, stupid, I remind myself. I smile bashfully, embarrassed that he makes me feel like a giddy young girl. I don’t remember any man ever making me feel like this. Is there something...