Boysenberry - A Soft Place to Land
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Back braced against the chimney, feet planted firmly among the roof tiles, and eyes trained on the street below, Sethan was growing stiff and tired of watch duty. His gaze kept drifting back to the second story window and Kairn’s kitchen.
There was a pot of soup on the stove, and Kairn kept coming back to stir it. Sethan’s stomach grumbled. He eyed the pair of places set at the battered kitchen table. There was easily room for a third.
He pictured himself knocking on the door, sitting down to dinner. What an awkward sort of family they’d make. He laughed to himself at the absurdity of such a thought. The last place he wanted to be was some dingy apartment with a kid to mind.
Kairn came in to stir the soup again, this time with Sham at his heels. With dinner tended to, he turned and scooped the boy into his arms and twirled him about the room while they both laughed.
Sethan turned back to the empty street outside their door with a scowl. Spying on the two of them was a job he’d be happy to let Reida keep.