Joel clapped his hand on Drew’s shoulder. “Well, maybe you should. It’s a good living.” He walked past him and headed back into the house. Drew stayed outside a bit longer, his mind sifting through things. Gretchen things. Farm things. Lavender things. EMT things.
He didn’t feel equipped to make decisions by himself, and he wished Gretchen were here so he could talk to her. It almost felt like they needed to discuss this and then make a decision together, because he wanted her in his life for always, and he didn’t want to condemn her to a life of farming if she didn’t want it.
She loves this farm, he thought. And the one next door. Though he’d found her crying in that upstairs bedroom a couple of weeks ago, he’d quickly learned the tears weren’t because of sorrow. She had good memories a
