Chapter Ten
"The nerve of that woman." Paris paced the length of the field. The sun was setting, and the light low. However, his stomping feet never smashed into a single gourd or tomato. The fruits of his labors were always handled with the utmost care and respect. "Did you see her? Parading those poor animals around like that."
"I believe she'd set up a petting zoo for the children at the other end of the fair," Jules said, trying to play peacemaker in a war she'd never wanted in on.
She was surprised the role had landed at her feet. It usually went to Paris, especially while his father had been alive. Now, Jules saw flashes of the fiery Heathcliff in his gentle son.
"That's another thing," Paris went on as though he hadn't heard Jules’s tone, which was also unlike him. Paris was one
