Stone stared at her. “There is that possibility, but if I were you I wouldn’t try to figure it out. Tomorrow you’ll see them for yourself and can ask all the questions you want.”
He reached across the distance and caught one of her
hands in his and squeezed it gently. “But don’t feel bad if she doesn’t want to give you any answers. Maybe it’s time for you to let your mother enjoy her life, Madison. After all, it’s her life to live, isn’t it?”
Although a frown appeared on Madison’s face, she didn’t say anything. Nor did she withdraw her hand from Stone’s. All along he had given her food for thought and all along her mind had refused to accept what was becoming obvious.
“So when I see Corey Westmoreland, what should I expect?”
When he didn’t answer right away, Madison assumed he
was getting his thoughts together. “What you should expect is a fifty-four year old man who’s been like a second father to his niece and eleven nephews. He’s a man who believes in family, honor, respect and love for nature. For as long as I’ve known him, he has preferred solitude in some things
and a vast amount of companionship in others. He won’t
hesitate to let you know how he feels on any subject and
deeply respects the opinion of others.”
A smile touched the corners of Stone’s lips when he added,
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