KATIE’S FAMILY AND their neighbors had a stall at the farmers market in Saint Paul. Katie had spent the occasional day there, but had never invited Brendan along until now. And so, early on a Saturday morning, Brendan loaded up the back of Katie’s pickup with home-baked pies, eggs, crates of jam, and boxes of berries. He wondered what had changed in her head to make her ask him this time.
For now, though, he needed to focus on the task at hand. Which was providing the perfect counterpart to Katie’s charming farm girl shtick. Brendan had made sure to dress for it. Over the last few weeks his clothes had migrated from his suitcase to the closet and drawers in the bedroom he was staying in. At his request, which hadn’t seemed awkward until he said it aloud, Katie had dug through them for som
