His admission has me chuckling. “I can only imagine.”
“Don’t let me interrupt you. Enjoy your food. If you need anything, let me know,” John says, then walks away to greet some of the guests who enter. It would be impossible to sleep in late with the delicious smells wafting through the house.
Alex and I sit at a table by the large windows that oversee the backyard, and Knox and Kane make their way to a bigger table. Though it’s the last day of August, it’s by no means cool, so hopefully, the temperatures will drop soon. The humidity here isn’t like it is in Houston, but it’s still hot as hell.
“So, how long has this place been here?” I ask, interested in the history of the B&B.
“Almost thirty years. It was John’s idea to turn the old farmhouse into a nature getaway. Ever since we remo
