Loved this image of Brennan: With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.
And apparently it's not just her heart that's being thrown wide open: As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.
Another gorgeous image: It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.
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With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.
And apparently it's not just her heart that's being thrown wide open:
As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.
Another gorgeous image:
It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.
I'm all aflutter from all the loveliness!