Chapter 3
After a long day of running out water and coffee, helping his mother bring some of her outrageously good peanut cinnamon oatmeal cookies she still remembered how to bake (funny how that part lingered), and helping load up what seemed like a thousand oak branches, Craig was so weary and sore he could hardly move.
And entirely enchanted with Sophie.
He could admit to a somewhat stereotypical reaction to how strong she was, how secure and comfortable she looked working with her brother. Whether she used the biggest chainsaw he’d ever seen to break down the massive tree trunk, operated the crane to swing logs easily ten feet long onto the trailer, or gathered up a massive armful of branches, his gaze was constantly drawn back to her.
But that wasn’t what had him honestly dreading
