Libby was willing to agree to anything. Still not sure what was going on she slowly came round to the idea she had been outsmarted for a change. "Yes." She said. The images of her mom being sold into slavery were becoming slightly ridiculous.
"That's a nice smile. You can both rest up here until your relationship is repaired. She has become a passable cook and you can keep the place clean. And, at last I can go fishing. When your both ready we can talk about something more permanent. If you want to stay, that is." He said, his last words trailing off.
She looked up at him as he gazed out the window at her mother and saw something in those grey blue eyes. He wasn't the kind of man to reveal much and she was guessing what he meant. A funny feeling stirred her stomach. It was surprising to think this stranger was taking an interest in her mom and that it was a pleasant one.