Raising a daughter by himself wasn’t always the easiest thing in the world to do, but now he was contending with Gabby’s hormonal changes and things far beyond his control and his limited expertise.
They just needed to spend some quality time together and everything would be right as rain.
When she was younger, Gabby had been tickled pink to be a farm girl. She’d run through the fields, happy as a sheepdog, her long brown hair trailing behind her, her face fresh and free of makeup, freckles dotting across her nose. She’d been so happy and carefree. Back before she’d become a teenager.
~from Ice Cowboy
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