““a stop to her musings. She turned, a sheepish smile tugging at her cheeks. “Of course not. I was just—” “Thinking.” He sent her a broad grin. “Always you are thinking. What is it now that makes your forehead wrinkle like a sand plum left in the sun?” Summer laughed as she closed the door, sealing out the cold. The things this man said! But she enjoyed their easy camaraderie. She would miss that as much as the boy when she moved into””
