Chapter Seventeen
The end of August was heavy and ripe, the whole mountain range bursting with color. Everything in Bonnet seemed brighter and more intense than Casey had ever noticed before. It was as though the whole world was different now that she had Ben. She swam in the mornings and took the rowboat out some afternoons, remembering with a fiery blush the things that boat had seen. She hiked the ridges around Bonnet, breathing in the mountain air, and painted large, exuberant canvases reflecting the throb of excitement in her heart. It was like walking on clouds. Everything that touched her seemed softer somehow and full of light.
The morning of Ben’s graduation, Geller found her humming cheerfully, up early sipping steaming coffee from a travel mug and cleaning out the office.
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