Chapter Thirty-Two
Whistling, Kate reached into the back of the Ford truck for one of the new raspberry canes that Emma had ordered. Since peonies bloomed year after year—sometimes as long as seventy years—no more new bushes were needed. To scratch her planting itch, her adventurous grandma had decided to try some raspberries. It was a bright sunshiny day and they’d be better off under cover, out of the brilliant sun, until they could be planted.
It was a time-sensitive task, and Emma was in town at a doctor’s appointment, and neither S.G. nor Dylan was available. Perfect timing for Darius to show up and lend a hand.
But as soon as she caught sight of his sober expression, she knew something was wrong. He didn’t have to say those lovely words, “We need to talk.” They were written all ov
