Had he disappointed her? Perhaps she only wished to spend her time with those who knew well the joys of climbing trees and walking over riverbeds. Malachi’s expression was open, almost curious as he listened to her shift in tone.

Another hand was held out to him. He glanced down at it, then to the one he held already, so small against his own.

If there was anything suspicious about the whole ordeal… that question of hers was at the top. Ever so slightly, Malachi narrowed his eyes and considered it.

‘Yes’ was always the wrong answer.

His other hand lifted to take hers, and he gave a decisive nod.

“Yes, dear,” Malachi admitted against his better judgment. “I trust you.”