Hudson nailed the boards he’d carved together in order, sweat already pouring down his face though it was only mid-morning. His stomach growled, but he kept the hammer moving, determined to get all the signs done before lunch.
Hound got up from the porch and started down the steps, panting as he went. But Carson wasn’t home, and his two dogs were inside the air-conditioned cabin. Someone was coming. Hudson didn’t bother to call after his golden retriever, and he placed the top board on the sign for the Goat Grounds. This sign would need to be set first, because the goat yoga was starting on Saturday.
His phone flashed with a blue light, which meant he had texts. He ignored them as he caught sight of Scarlett rounding the corner and walking toward him. The sight of her almost had him hitt
