Darren loved the cooler weather of autumn. It was his favorite time of year, no matter where he and his brothers had worked. Reno didn’t really have a fall season, and he’d missed it while there.
But Vermont did, and he loved the crisp morning air, the chill in the blue sky as the sun rose toward its pinnacle. The scent of leaves and dirt and pumpkin-flavored things. He enjoyed working outside when the weather was cooler, and he’d spent the last several evenings at the Bybee’s, helping them chop wood for their boutique.
They needed it to keep the water temperature at a toasty eighty-two degrees all winter long. He’d eaten dinner with them every night, but Farrah had never stayed.
He hadn’t seen much of her at all, though she texted him back when he contacted her. As he practically fell
