Bree Prescott személy
I took all of this in in the few brief seconds it took me to reach for his extended hand holding the bottle of pain medication, at which point, our eyes met and seemed to tangle. His were deep and whiskey-colored, framed by long, dark lashes. Beautiful.
Something about Archer Hale intrigued me–something I couldn't put my finger on. Something that went beyond the fact that he couldn't hear or speak and that I was intimately acquainted with that particular disability. I pondered it for a minute, but couldn't come up with an answer.
So Archer, I finally said, moving the conversation in another direction, that cooking lesson I mentioned…Are you free this Saturday? Your place. Five o'clock? I raised an eyebrow.
He smiled slightly. I don't know. I'll have to check with my social secretary.
I snorted. You being funny?
He raised an eyebrow.
Better, I said.
He smiled bigger. Thank you, I've been working on it.
„You make the best pumpkin pie I've ever had” he said, and I started crying right there at the break table because I knew that that was Norm's way of telling me he loved me.
„I love you, too!” I sobbed out and Norm stood up, scowling.
„Aw geez. Maggie!” he called, „Bree needs you.”
Perhaps I was slightly over-emotional.