CHAPTER 6
Elliot Jameson couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. It’s just a simple, informal visit, he told himself as he made his way down the winding dirt road.
He hoped his GPS wasn’t steering him wrong. He’d had no idea Orchard Grove was this small a town until he got here.
Nearly four months had passed since he first met that fiery old woman with her white hair. He had been finishing up an eighteen-hour shift. All he’d wanted was a quick fruit salad then a few hours’ sleep before he came back to start it all over again.
It was the life of a resident. The life he’d chosen.
If it hadn’t been for that bold little lady making her way to his table, he’d be home now. Enjoying his day off. Sleeping in past five in the morning. Catching up on his reading. Restocking the veg
