![]() ![]() The scowl that hit her face would have scared most Army generals. Marcus rolled his eyes and squatted down, holding out his arms. “’Cones.” Morgan redoubled her walking efforts, nearly tying her feet in a knot in the process. ![]() “Heard there were fresh blueberry scones to be had, did you, sweet girl?” Sophie came up the walk behind them, Adam riding kangaroo-style on her chest. He made a mental note to get her a lighter hat. She looked up and grinned, which nearly sent her toppling again. He’d had no idea how important bare toes were to toddler balance. She adored her brand-new purple boots, but they deeply challenged her emerging walking skills. Her small fingers squeezed his as she teetered, her footing precarious on the gravel walkway. At Morgan’s current turtle pace, they’d be there in approximately four days. Marcus contemplated the front door of the inn about twenty feet away. ![]()
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