CHAPTER FIVE
ETHAN
“Hey, Uncle John,” I greet as I enter the B&B. He nods, then continues chatting with a guest who’s complaining about the heat like it can be changed.
“Ma’am, this is West Texas. August is one of the hottest months of the year,” Uncle John explains with a frustrated sigh as if this isn’t the first time he’s had this conversation. “You’re welcome to stay inside where it’s air-conditioned.”
“I didn’t come all the way down here to stay inside.” She huffs.
I shake my head as the woman continues her rant. Though the B&B has been in the family for decades and is a valued vacation retreat, there are still guests who will never be satisfied.
Leaving Uncle John to it, I go to the breakfast buffet and grab a plate.
Maize walks out of the kitchen with a flour-covered apron. “
