When she climbed back into the cab with Drew, the atmosphere turned a bit charged. She hadn’t realized how much of a barrier Dixie had provided, and she pointed to the right. “My shop is that way.”
Granddad used to load her bike in the back of his truck and bring her downtown on the weekends. He worked the farmer’s market with his lavender oils, soaps, honeys, and sachets. He infused lavender in everything, and his lemon lavender scones and dark chocolate lavender bark with salted almonds were bestsellers at the markets as well as the Lavender Festival. She’d ridden all over the town, laid on her back in the park, and gone swimming in the inlet on the west side of town.
Her chest pinched as she thought about her grandparents and their farm. They’d sold it five years ago, and at the time,
