“The sand isn’t very soft,” she noted quietly.
“I think it’s soft enough to do cartwheels. They’re going to drop for sure when we take them inside.”
Together, Amanda and Davis kept their charges safe, made them laugh, and she used them to stem the emotions roiling through her.
She shoved them down deep and kept smiling. She was a Lang woman. She wasn’t going weak in the knees over any boy.
Not even the boy who was already breaking her heart.
Davis was her rock as she’d been his in the past. So much made more sense, other things made less, as the years passed and they embraced the lives their parents fought to give them.
No matter how much her heart ached imagining Erick with the vapid Taylor, she had no intention of letting it cripple her. She couldn’t have him at seventeen. There was a real chance she’d never have him.
If that was the case, one thing was certain…
She’d be the greatest thing he never had. She’d build an incredible life she loved for herself and charge through it full speed, no brakes, as her Aunt Noel always said.
She loved Erick.
She wanted him.
She would never need him.