She pulled her truck into a spot next to a mix of mud-splashed trucks, a couple of mini-vans and one battered car. There was the obligatory barn and clutter of farm equipment off to the side, a windmill, and fields on all sides.
As soon as she shut the engine off, she was out, spinning to reach for her bag, as if she couldn’t take being shut up alone with him one minute longer. Ric chose to take that as a good sign, as he mirrored her moves.
In the distance, he could hear a sort of murmur of voices, while a plane droned by overhead. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the tart scent of green stuff and the softer smell of the mix of flowers softening the hard edges of the porch. The place was cared for but still slightly shabby, except for the equipment, which was pristine. It was cl
