Как добыли огонь. Цзяньнань Фэн
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Название: Как добыли огонь
Автор: Цзяньнань Фэн
Издательство: Международная издательская компания «Шанс»
Жанр: Сказки
Серия: Читаем по-китайски. Волшебные сказки
isbn: 978-5-907277-17-5
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Molly shrugged.
Seeing an opening, however small, Sam told Molly, “Tell you what. How about you get her for me while I make their dinner?”
Giving the child no opportunity to refuse, he retrieved the circular feeding dish with the raised middle and took it to the container that held the puppy food. He scooped some in, added water, and mashed it with a fork until it was as soft and malleable as baby food.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Molly remain where she was.
Eventually, Robin went to the corner. She hunted around behind the chair, and emerged with a puppy in her arms. Yellow shrank from Robin’s touch, much the same way Molly had.
A fact, Sam noted with concern, that did not go unnoticed by Robin.
Hours later, Robin opened the door to find Sam on the threshold, a digital picture frame in hand. “Thought you and Molly might like this.” He clicked it on and handed it to her. Photos of Gorgeous and her brood, from day one to the present, flashed across the screen.
Captivated, Robin said, “Amazing how much the puppies have already grown, isn’t it? Looks like they’ve gone from the size of a large hamster to at least five pounds each.”
“Not to mention how much bigger they are all going to get.” Sam stepped into Robin’s cottage-style ranch house. He took in the silence of the cozy abode. “Molly asleep?”
She was aware that the last time they’d met up like this, they’d been a couple. Throat dry, Robin said, “She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.”
“She must have been exhausted.” He studied her. “You, too.”
Robin’s pulse quickened at his kindness. “Is that why you’re here? To check up on us?” It seemed ludicrous. And yet… there was no denying there was still something between them. Even if it was only the possibility of friendship.
His expression as casual as his tone, Sam followed her into the adjacent living room. “And to bring you and Molly that as an enticement for future visits. Every day, if you like.”
Noticing that Sam had gone from not wanting to host them at all to wishing for their company, and that she felt the same inexplicable yearning to be near him, Robin curled up on one side of the sofa. He took the other end. “Were you surprised Molly didn’t like the puppies?”
“Was afraid to let herself like the puppies,” Sam corrected, his gaze briefly tracking the fall of her dark hair across her shoulders, before returning to her face. “For fear that she might get attached, only to have the pups leave her, too, as they will when they get a little older and go to their new homes.”
Robin leaned toward him, perplexed. As she did so, she inhaled the masculine scent of his cologne and felt a quiver of longing deep inside her. Wondering if he had any idea how intensely he affected her, she asked, “Then why bring the photos?”
Sam sobered. “Because Molly can’t go forward not allowing herself to get close to anyone—or anything. It doesn’t matter whether it’s her previous foster families. Or you. Or even a litter of puppies. She’s got to let down those walls.”
Robin sighed. Figuring, as long as they were baring souls, they might as well discuss the elephant in the room… “I failed big time today, didn’t I?” Her first day as a foster mom, and it had been terrible.
“On the contrary.” Sam reached over and squeezed her hand. “You were great with Molly. Patient. Caring.”
Tingling from the casual touch, she met his dark, sexy eyes. “It’s so hard to connect with her.”
A corner of his mouth quirked as his voice dropped. “You didn’t really think it would be easy, did you?”
Robin flushed. Defiantly, she lifted her head. “It was easy for Claire, when she took my brother and I in after our parents died.”
Sam frowned. “This is a different situation, Robin.”
“Not really,” she replied. “Both Molly and I lost parents suddenly, in car crashes.”
One evening her folks had been there, getting ready to go out to dinner, the next they were gone. Molly’s mother had been hit by a train, on the way to work.
“It’ll get better,” Sam promised.
Her heart aching, Robin brushed aside her earlier decision to keep her emotional distance from Sam. She reached over and clasped his hand, needing the strength he offered. “I can’t fail this little girl, Sam.”
His fingers tightened over hers. He looked deep into her eyes. “And you won’t,” he promised.
Robin wished it were that simple. Unfortunately, she knew it wasn’t.
“What is it you don’t think you have?” Sam asked after a few moments.
Robin tensed, then admitted, “The heart of a McCabe.”
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