Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from my interracial, medical and military book Fever.
“Do you ever stop worrying about people?” There was no malice in her question, she was honestly curious. The others cared to the extent that there was a sick kid in camp, but Alistair seemed to go out of his way to fret. About anyone really. As if he wanted to be everyone’s friend or brother.
“It’s not that…” he flinched, clearly taking her comment the wrong way.
Mae placed a calming palm to his chest, the stammering silencing instantly. “It’s sweet.”