Violet’s POV
Instead of lunch plans, Theo told Marcy and Aunt Marissa that we would back for dinner with both the families. Then my husband dragged me around the market, picking up a loaf of warm bread, some cheese, dried meats, fruit, and a hand-woven blanket that was the same red and yellows as our wildflowers.
“Are you going to tell me why we’re staying a day longer than intended?” I asked, following him as he paid and left the market.
“Eventually,” he winked at me.
“We should let Kincaid and Dahlia know—”
“Already texted Dahlia. She said they’ll come back tomorrow, too.”
I looked Theo over. Usually, I would be peppering him with question, trying to figure out what he was up to.
But I was just so tired. I didn’t have it in me. So I just followed him along the road until he st
