The Confidence of Wildflowers (Wildflower Duet Book 1)

“society never wants to accept that monsters are real—just weak women.”

Drop the rake, grab your shit, and leave.”
“What?” Donovan’s smile falters. “I’m just joking boss. You know me, I—” His eyes dart from me to Thayer, as if only just now realizing what kind of hole he’s dug for himself.
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” The other men back away from Donovan, grabbing their donuts and pretending not to pay attention to what’s going down. “You’re fired, Donovan. Get off my site.”
“Boss,” Donovan’s face falls this time, “I was just kidding around. She knows I was joking. I—”
Thayer holds up a hand. “She has a name. You didn’t bother to ask, did you? Take your misogynistic ass to your car and leave. I mean it.”

We should stop,” he says, but he keeps kissing me.

“No.” I

That’s the beauty of childhood. You have the ability to dream up anything and have the belief that you can do it. And then you grow up and the world around you likes to crush those dreams and bring you back to reality.

Wildflowers are strong. Resilient. They can grow under most conditions. I want to be like that.” I let my hair down, his eyes watching my movements. “I want to have the confidence of wildflowers—to never give up, to flourish, and thrive.”

Cats. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

“Love you, bud.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

I think my heart just melted.

I like being alone, crave it. When I’m alone I don’t have to fake anything, paste a smile on my face if I don’t feel like it or participate in conversation when I’d rather be silent.

I’ve always liked to watch other people—not in a Peeping Tom sort of way—and think about their lives, who they might love, what they might be worried about. So many people, so many intersecting lives, and yet we all pass by without a thought for each other.

I want to have the confidence of wildflowers—to never give up, to flourish, and thrive.”