Curiosity blazed in Ada when Matt strode away, his cheerful whistle trailing in his wake. His eyes gleamed, and his body had bopped in constant motion. Excited to see his friends—that was clear. She exchanged her bucket for an empty one and continued picking. At least thoughts of Matt had driven her problems to the back of her mind.
Masculine laughter floated to her and sounds of greeting. Cheerful exclamations and Ada smiled. After a few minutes, the voices headed in her direction. She spotted the men first. They were big, and bore muscular builds, their hair coloring and physiques similar enough that she would’ve picked them as brothers. Everyone wore casual clothes, and Ada figured Matt had warned them to don their older gear.
“Ada, these are my friends Dillon Williams and his brother
