Adele stirred the beef stew she’d put together that morning. In between steps, she’d sketched out her grilling week menu, as well as a whole week on using corn. The yellow vegetable was so farm-like and rustic, and she could use it in salads, as sides, and even in a main dish.
She’d made grocery lists, paid her bills for the month, and edited a video before inviting Carson to lunch.
The scent of the rolls in the oven drew her attention to them, and she pulled them out just as they were golden brown. She slathered butter over them, sure Carson would be knocking at any moment.
Her heart leapfrogged around in her chest, never settling on just one beat. She wasn’t exactly sure where he was working that morning, but it had to be over in Horse Heaven or LlamaLand, because he was doing Hudson’
