Chapter 115: Declan

Declan ran the massive truck over the bumps and furrows of the field, with only his seatbelt keeping him from taking a header through the front windshield. The wedding was over, the party was done, and now it was time to get back to work. Only a couple more weeks and harvest would be finished for the year.

He was thrown around as the truck hit a big dip and then back up again. He ground to a halt and threw the old beast into first gear and yanked on the parking brake. He hopped out and pulled on his work gloves. Time to get shit done.

But as he ran through the routine of harvest, he couldn't seem to keep his head in the game. All he wanted to do was wrestle with the question of Iris.

More specifically, what did he do about Iris.

His original plan had been, "Absolutely nothing at all." There was a reason that they weren't together. Sure, the shock of seeing her had been overwhelming and he'd tried to ask her to dance, but now that moment had passed. He couldn't date Iris.