Empowerment. Engagement. Authenticity.
Rangers Lodge Saga - Stirrings of Conflict
“I could get used to a vacation with a babysitter
at my beck and call,” Brooke jibed, sliding Kristen a plate with eggs,
sausage and fruit. She popped a strawberry into Bella’s mouth as her
three-year old daughter amused herself by taking a fistful of pansies
apart petal by petal, watching them fall to the grass.
“Isn’t that what you do everyday, anyway?” Logan chortled, pulling up a
chair at their table and pinching Bella’s cheek. “Adrian’s just a big
kid and, from what I hear, you take real good care of him.” He attacked
his food with gusto.
“Don’t start,” Kristen protested.
“So does Adrian know where to find you if he decides to wake up?”
Adrian’s mother, Leigh asked. She was a slight woman with a profusion of
burnished blonde hair, brandy- coloured eyes and a wisp of a voice that
belied a sharp sense of sarcastic humour.
“He’ll text me so I can meet him,” Kristen replied.
“What if you’re busy? There’s a tour of the grounds after breakfast. Are
you just, like, going to ditch us to go back for him?” Leigh’s
delicately arched brows shot up in amused impatience.
Kristen shrugged, feeling embarrassed on Adrian’s behalf as she always
did in these situations. Why did she feel a constant need to defend him?
He was the one happy to sleep away half the day. “I’ll figure something
out.” She rose. “Anyone need anything from the kitchen? Going to see if
they have tea.”
