Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

David leaned in.

“The mower is two years old.”

“Old enough for one belt.

Not three in one summer.”

The library book sat on the counter with the receipt still inside.

I had planned to read on the porch.

Instead, I wrote the lawn company’s name on a sticky note and pressed it to the inside cover of the ledger.

David leaned back.