The hours and days until Monday at six o’clock felt like pure t*****e to Sam. The time felt like it was slipping through his fingers like water, and he wanted to grasp onto it and make it slow down. Because every day that passed was a day he wasn’t convincing Bonnie to come to Wyoming with him.
Since Ben had mentioned it, Sam had thought of little else. Would she fall in love with him quickly? Could she? Would she leave Island Park? Could she? Would she like life on a hundred-acre farm in Wyoming? Could she?
Sam harbored a fierce love for the land he’d been raised on, and an itch to get back to it buzzed beneath his skin. He went through the motions of showering, combing his hair, brushing his teeth. He wanted to look and smell his best for Bonnie, and as he pulled into the nearly empty
