Chapter 5I decided, Sunday morning, to take a break from my book even though I knew I shouldn’t. I’d been at it hot and heavy most of last week and needed to step away for the day before continuing to self-edit it.
The weather cooperated, the trees were putting on a show, their leaves having turned to reds and golds, and I figured it was a good day to pay a visit to my neighbors if they were home, starting with Mrs. Logan. I got the basket that had held the cinnamon rolls she’d had Jason deliver to me, put it in one of the saddlebags, and took off.
She lived in a small, neat house with a picket fence around the front yard. I parked at the edge of the road, hung my helmet on the handle bars, got the basket, and went to the gate, hoping she wouldn’t take it amiss if I opened it and went up
