It wasn’t working with Boone that had her worried, but being more involved in Camp Firefly. As a child she had lived for the week during the summer when she got to come here. Each year, Camp Firefly had infused her with more faith and excitement about God. She had been led to believe He would rescue her from her circumstances. That He wanted to give her a home and a family.
But He never had.
And now Violet was getting pulled deeper and deeper into giving other foster kids the same false hope. It didn’t sit right with her. The last few weeks with Rhett, she had only been putting things together for him to implement but she had been able to stay away from Camp Firefly for the most part. However, Boone wanted her actually involved in running the camp.
But after all the Jarretts had done for her could she say no? The Jarretts needed her help, and they’d been more than generous in giving her and Hawken a place to live after their injuries. She would just have to find a way to be helpful while also not contributing to misleading any of the children. Violet would figure out how to do that. She had overcome worse.
“I ride a horse for a living,” Violet said by way of answering. “Next to controlling a thousand pounds of stubborn muscle, not much intimidates me. Least of all, working with you.”
“Glad to hear it.” Boone smiled. He had one of those smiles that was clearly hard won, but once it came out, it was a smile that made everyone who saw it grin back.
Including Violet.
She realized she was staring at him, so she dropped her eye contact only to notice huge wet spots all over the legs of his jeans. She gestured toward them and raised her eyebrows.
Boone glanced down. “Ah, that. On my way in I was hug-attacked by two very wet six-year-olds.”
Violet chuckled. “They can be a handful.”
“At least they’re the good kind of handful,” Boone joked.
Boone let her know he had to unpack his car and move his things into one of the open bunkhouses, but when he was done the two of them would need to sit down and come up with a plan since there were campers arriving tomorrow. Violet followed him out of the barn and watched him walk away, the whole time wondering what she had gotten herself into.
She hoped, to borrow Boone’s words, she was about to be busy with the good kind of handful.
Then again, Violet had given up on hope a long time ago.
Copyright © 2020 by Jessica Koschnitzky
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