“It’s so beautiful here.” From the back of her mount, a sweet-tempered mare named Blossom, Laurel tried to look at everything at once. Her brother’s land stretched far as the eye could see, with pastures giving way to cultivated fields. Even in the early winter, it made a picture. One that was rapidly imprinting on her heart. “I can see why Logan fell in love with it.”
“He picked a helluva a spot, that’s for sure.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I was really out in nature for an extended period of time. Maybe right after Logan bought the place, when I came out to visit for a week that summer. But that was before he turned it into all this. Before I started law school.” And that was a dim, distant memory, buried under hundreds of hours of lectures and thousands of pages of reading.
