CHAPTER EIGHT
ROWAN
It started raining the moment I stepped outside. Normally, I'd be happy to see it raining. It wasn't exactly a common occurrence in a place like Pasadena, and it meant that perhaps this year, fire season might not be terrible for once.
But when the rain turned to a downpour, I grimly realized that I was going to be late to pick Anna up. My driveway had become a muddy mess, the gravel washing away down the hill that led to my house and farm. It'd been so long since it'd rained that it was as if the earth itself didn't know how to cope. Fortunately, though, the road looked okay. It was just my driveway that was a mess.
I got into my truck, revving the engine, but my tires just squealed in protest.
"f**k," I said, getting out and stamping through the mud. Looking at m
