“It’s true, y’know…” She trailed off for a second and Rachel, still enraptured by the words this woman had just spoken to her, lifted her eyes, the blush still rosy on her cheeks.
And there was Quinn … this woman who Rachel had found as mysterious and untamed as this strange new country, so puzzling that Rachel found her thoughts straying, contemplating,studying Quinn as though she was a rare breed of cryptofauna, native only to this remote part of this very country; there Quinn was, looking right back at her, seeming to stare straight into the very core of her soul, and Rachel shuddered.
“I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true,” Quinn whispered. “I know you don’t think I’m much of an Einstein, but even I can tell truth from lies and good from evil and beauty from ugliness. And you, Miss Rachel, are beautiful.”
And Rachel, in reply, found the words tumbling from her lips without thought, “oh, Quinn,” sighing, “you are so much more.”