“He’s another generation from you,” he mused, watching her color. “He’s the last man in the world I’d think of as a giver.” Nobody sees him as the soft touch he really is.” “If he didn’t come across as a holy terror, he wouldn’t have a shirt left. “He gives with both hands,” he said quietly.
She’d never seen him give in to anyone in the months she and her father had been at the ranch. “I see.” It was telling that Cag would give in to a woman. When they got married, he was going to give him to a man who breeds albinos.” “She told Cag that she wasn’t sharing him with a snake. “She didn’t like Herman, either,” he replied. “Well, at least he found someone who was willing to, at first.” “Love me, love my enormous terrifying snake, hmm?” she commented.
Glasses had followed, but the minute she was old enough to protest, she insisted on getting contact lenses. She had a mortal terror of snakes from childhood, having been almost bitten by rattlesnakes several times before her father realized she couldn’t see three feet in front of her. That had been the first of many strikes against her. Tess always had Cag put a cover over the albino python’s tank before she cleaned his room. “Herman doesn’t exactly make for lasting relationships,” he told her with a grin. She averted her eyes, as if she didn’t want him to see whatever was in them. “Cag’s going to be thirty-eight on Saturday.” She wiped an imaginary spot on the counter with a cloth. “But it’s one we all have to learn.” He frowned slightly.
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