Chapter 8August sprinted out the back of Digby’s cottage, passed the mess of oats and raisins, reminded again that Digby’s chipmunk hadn’t been a chipmunk at all.
It was sweet. And he wondered why Theo had not told him that first day. But then, people had a right to keep their secrets.
He was bundled up, and still, it was colder than he’d expected, the sun obscured by thick black clouds. It was going to rain. And he was going to freeze to death. And all before he had a chance to tell Theo how much he liked him.
God. That sounded so high school, even in his head.
When he reached the greenhouse, he found the door unlocked, which seemed odd considering Digby had gone through the trouble of locking the glass-paned French doors that led into his study. But then, the only reason August could
