The Summit County Fair was not the most impressive fair he had ever seen. There were several long barns for the livestock, and a giant field boasting the standard fair rides he had seen across the country. Another series of sheds contained the organic goods, the baked goods, the handmade items, and 4H exhibits. On one end of the grounds, the fair was set up, and on the other end was a rodeo arena. A long line of vendor booths marked a trail leading from one to the other. The air was rich with the smell of sugar, deep fried food, barbeque, popcorn, and a host of other aromas he couldn’t name.
Spencer felt like he was on sensory overload as soon as he stepped out of Rebecca’s truck.
She came around the front to join him. “How’re you doing? There’s a lot more people here than I thought ther
