“Such beauty. Almost heart breaking.” She didn’t turn, but I had little doubt that her words were meant for me. Had she known she was being watc...hed, or had she just now come to that realization? Either way, I’d been caught. Taking a deep breath, I did my best to sound nonchalant; just another art lover whose attention had been drawn by a magnificence of a different kind. “Troy was set aflame for much less.” She turned, her smile radiant, lowering her sunglass, her eyes as I had imagined them,. “It’s Hayward now, but you know that.”“You’re in my territory now, Miller! Better keep your head up around me or I’ll hand you your ass on the blade of my stick!” Peter sneered.“You can’t hit what you can’t catch,” Brad matched his witty barb.“I’m only shaking your hand because Abby wants me to and I love my little sister.”“And I love her too. She says we’re going to be married someday,” he said, adding to the tense meeting. He glared at Brad for his comment and gripped his hand extra tight.. "Mmm. Now we have to bundle up. It's a little chilly outside. Have you ever ridden on the fender of a John Deere?" You're kidding!" she said. "I'm changing to jeans. I'll be right back." Mom gave me a little smooch as I grabbed my jacket and blanket and led the procession out the back door to the hay wagon. There were plenty of screams and whoops. We live in the country, so it wasn't likely any neighbors were going to call the police.We loaded into the wagon haphazardly and the blankets were. . we could go there.”I frowned.“Hear me out before you toss the idea in the garbage,” Liz said, tossing a fry in my direction. “Going through that stuff today ... it made me think. Maybe it is time to let bygones be bygones. Hearing your dad give that guy hell made me wonder if there weren’t a lot of other people that are nice that I just didn’t know. I knew your dad ... through you ... and I knew he was nice. I was looking at the back of the old class pictures. Your mom wrote the names on the.