Millie And The Fugitive. Liz Ireland

gone long enough,” he said.

      Sam obviously didn’t want to admit it, but Millie was certain he was glad she believed his story. In fact, she had a vague hope that she was winning the man over. Didn’t that comment about her being gone a long time indicate he had been restless for her return?

      The thought gave her a little lift. “A woman likes to have some time to herself, you know,” Millie said, plopping onto the ground nearby and arranging her filthy dress neatly around her.

      “Woman?” he muttered, poking at their dinner. “You’re still a kid.”

      “I am not. I’ll be twenty in December.”