Chapter 208: Adam

Adam hurried to the dining room, running behind as always. First he had to feed the horses and then get started on looking over his mom's car. The sooner he could sell it to Kylie, the better. She needed it; leaving a person stranded like that with the closest neighbor being over a mile away and no way to get into town if she needed to...well, it just wasn't right.

He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of that particular problem before, when he'd been offering the farm to Kylie. He could only blame her perfume on that particular slip-up. It was intoxicating, like the finest whiskey a man could buy, and impossible to overlook.

Or forget.

"Hi dear!" his mom said, already sitting at the dining room table, the Franklin Gazette spread out in front of her. "How'd you sleep?"