*Nevaeh*
“We missed most of the action at the Peach Orchard, the Wheatfield, and Rose Farm last time, so I’d like to be sure we get there early.” My father skims through his reenactment brochures excitedly. “Sam, I’m glad you didn’t give away that jacket. It sure looks authentic.”
“Thank you,” Sam says politely from the back seat, and I can’t help but let out a chuckle as his brows raise in the rearview mirror. Ever the gentleman, he’d insisted that my father ride up front.
I turn back to the road, but my heart flutters when the diamond on my ring catches a ray of bright summer sunshine as I hold the steering wheel. It’s been a year since I fell through time and met the man of my dreams, a year full of memorable moments like that evening three months ago at the arboretum. I’ll never fo
