Ben had heard Rae calling his name. A more mature—and less jealous—man would turn and wait for her to catch up. Explain. Something.
But Ben didn’t feel mature right now. Or calm. His brother was moving more than halfway across the country and he’d found his girlfriend in the arms of another man.
Ben cast the still-cooling soft pretzels on the seat beside him a nasty glare. He’d gotten up at the c***k of dawn the way he normally did though he wasn’t working the farm today. Just to make the pretzels for Rae and her crew. He’d planned to surprise them mid-afternoon for a two-thirty pick-me-up.
Then he’d gotten Rae’s text right as the last batch of pretzels came out of the oven. He’d only taken a few minutes to bag everything up and grab a bottle of ketchup and one of mustard before grabbin
