“” she murmured, echoing the words of the day.
“” she asked suddenly, peering up at the two adults who’d become her anchors. alena croft ricky johnson mommys busy mommy got
“Then maybe Ricky can handle the books,” Alena suggested, winking. She knew better—Ricky had enough on his plate (both literally and figuratively) with his gigs at the Blue Note Café across town. But the man adored Lila in his own quirky way, and sometimes “handling the books” meant teaching her to play chords while sticky syrup squelched between his fingers. “” she murmured, echoing the words of the day
The question paused them both. Alena, mid-typing an email about a very important corporate event, and Ricky, mid-strum of the chord *F#. Maybe it was the way Lila clasped their hands, sticky and all, or the sincerity in her eyes. She knew better—Ricky had enough on his plate
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