Chapter 10
In all the time Declan had lived in Red Maple Falls, he had never once gone to the festival. He was grateful for the customers it brought to Calhoun’s, but he left the hayrides, corn mazes, and pie-eating to them. Layla needed a fun day out, though, and the Fall Festival was the only thing he could think of. There was a bit of a smile on her face when he’d first suggested it, even though she tried to turn it down immediately, and as they pulled up to Basil Hill Farms and he brought the bike to a stop, that smile reappeared. He knew, without a doubt, he’d made a good choice.
Declan got off the bike then helped Layla down, holding onto her longer than he had to. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing the windblown strands. “Better?” she asked.
“I liked it messy,” he said.
