Maybe it was time to figure out what was brewing between them.
The barn was a picture in the early evening, and Cady admired the casual chic of the decorations. Nancy had a talent for classy displays, that was for sure.
A long wooden table had been positioned in the center of the barn, the double doors at both ends open to reveal the Beartooth Mountains to the west, the sparks and flames of the fire pit at the east. Although it was cool outside, the hay bales stacked against either wall of the barn created insulation between the guests and the weather outside.
The table was well-worn and used, scarred from years of mealtimes, the wood polished to a shiny patina. A hodge-podge of chairs lined either side, with two at the head of either end. A long white tablecloth ran down the center of
