Logan had a love-hate relationship with autumn. He loved the crisp weather, the hint of spices in the air as people made apple cider and apple pie and apple everything they could. But he really disliked the way the sun didn’t make an appearance until later in the morning and seemed to disappear by six o’clock at night. Since he worked the afternoon and evening shift at Steeple Ridge, autumn meant some of his hours took place in the dark.
Autumn also meant winter was right around the corner, and Logan definitely didn’t like winter. But this week, he whistled through bringing the horses in from pasture, through scrubbing the dirt and insects from their hair, through distributing their evening meal.
Because tomorrow, he had a date with Layla.
Not really a date, he thought as he checked the
