Chapter 6Landry’s Fall long ago embraced the picturesque beauty of its location, and played it up. It was quintessential small-town America, the kind most people only saw in movies. Watching Mason take in Landry’s Fall all decked out in its holiday finery brought me an immense amount of joy. He was absolutely delighted with Main Street as we drove through on our way to Devereaux Inn.
“You grew up here?” Mason said, awe in his voice.
I snickered. “I did. You realize it’s like this on purpose, because most of the revenue in town is generated from tourism, right?”
“But still!” Mason slowed for a stop sign, and took the chance to really look around. We happened to be on the corner right next to Sweet Treats, and I had to remind him to drive after he got caught staring at the elaborate ginge
