Chapter 67The sun was down by the time I got to Briar's place. I parked the Highlander in the driveway, switched off the engine, checked my face in the rear-view mirror. Fluffed my bangs before I got out of the car.
Crickets and cicadas chirped and buzzed in the trees as I walked to the front porch. Their end-of-summer song was still swinging, still sweet, still just starting up. Hearing it was one of the perks of being alive.
But there were other perks, too.
I walked up the steps and reached out to ring the doorbell...then changed my mind and knocked instead. Preferring the personal touch when it came to this house and this man.
After the second knock, he called out to me. "C'mon in, Gaia." And I did as he said.
The cozy living room looked cramped these days. It was bursting
