Characters: Rosie Cotton
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
A lass can tell, even if the lad’s too shy to speak. That special smile under lowered eyelashes, the lilt to his voice that’s music meant only for her. How he’ll stop for a glass of buttermilk and a bite of cake knowing full well her brothers aren’t around to tease. The way he always seems to turn up her partner when there’s dancing.
Aye, a lass can tell.
Comes a time, though, a lass tires of waiting, wondering what’s tying his tongue; if there’s someone else holding his heart more firmly than she. And she wonders what to do.