where does the time go?” Garrett wiped his mouth. “Anyway, I date. Actually, I saw her a couple of times after that too.”
“No, you had sex with her a couple of times after that date because she told Kara you were an asshole and dropped her, stopped returning her phone calls.”
Garrett shook his head. “A perfect example of why I. . . limit my dating.”
Logan laughed.
“Don’t you ever think about it?”
“Sex? Yes, it’s one of my favorite topics after the perfect pH-balanced soil.”
Logan finished chewing. “Dating, meeting someone. Starting a family?”
Garrett wasn’t sure why the question made him feel stupid and a little naïve. His first thought was—What the hell are you talking about? I have a family. But Logan’s definition of family had expanded. When Kenna got married years ago, Garrett barely felt the shift because they were all young and Adam kind of came into the fold. The two of them added Paige, who loved the farm, so not much changed. Then Adam was killed in a car accident and Kenna came home to heal. That was when Garrett realized what the farm meant, how important it was to keep their family intact. But this time, with Logan close to getting married and Kenna newly engaged again, Garrett could feel the shift. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, he knew it was there. Logan continued looking at him for an answer, and Garrett suddenly felt like he did in precalculus during senior year. He had no idea what the hell was going on.
“No,” he finally said.
“No, that’s it? You’re thirty-four. Do you want to have children?”
Garrett shrugged. “What the hell? We sound like women. Are you going to ask me about my cycle next?”
Logan laughed and thankfully dropped it. “So when Sage told you she loved you, did you make your move?”
“She was drunk.”
“Right, well, are you going to make your move?”
Garrett kept eating his fries and tried to ignore the images of what that move would look like, feel like. “Probably not a good idea. Work is the priority right now. We’re making all these changes and planting. It’s not a good time. And I don’t think I’m her type when she’s sober.”
“What’s her type?”
He shook his head. “No idea. From the looks of her, probably some artsy guy. You know, the ones who hang out in that coffee shop she and Kenna go to. But, the other day I told her all the stuff she said that night was nice, and I swear she said something about wishing she was naughty.”
Logan almost choked. “Sage? She actually said that? Naughty?”
Garrett nodded.
“Well, that is new. I can’t say I’ve ever thought of Sage as. . . naughty.” Logan laughed. “Sounds like something’s up. You should talk to Kenna. She knows her best. I highly doubt Sage is going to tie you up.”
Garrett shrugged, not allowing that particular image in, and finished off his fries. “I’m not asking Kenna. It’s been a crazy few days, that’s all. One minute we’re passing each other in the mornings and maybe I see her a few times socially, and now I’m the love of her life and she wants to be naughty?”
Logan smiled big and sarcastic so Garrett threw a balled-up napkin at his face.
“Yeah, enough of this shit. Let’s get down to why we’re here.”
Logan gave in. “Okay. I was up at the farm last night. The new barn looks amazing.”
“Coming together. They’re sealing the floor today.”
“Great. So we’re all set for the dinner there? It’s going to be small and intimate. We’re sold out. Travis and I will cook. Sage is doing drinks. It’s our first one, so there’ll be kinks, but I think it’s going to be great.”
“Should be. Do these people need to see us actually pulling the stuff out of the ground to get the full farm-to-table experience? Is this like a field trip?” Garrett laughed.
Logan explained that the food only needed to come from the farm, that it wasn’t interactive. Garrett wasn’t big on “a day on
“No, you had sex with her a couple of times after that date because she told Kara you were an asshole and dropped her, stopped returning her phone calls.”
Garrett shook his head. “A perfect example of why I. . . limit my dating.”
Logan laughed.
“Don’t you ever think about it?”
“Sex? Yes, it’s one of my favorite topics after the perfect pH-balanced soil.”
Logan finished chewing. “Dating, meeting someone. Starting a family?”
Garrett wasn’t sure why the question made him feel stupid and a little naïve. His first thought was—What the hell are you talking about? I have a family. But Logan’s definition of family had expanded. When Kenna got married years ago, Garrett barely felt the shift because they were all young and Adam kind of came into the fold. The two of them added Paige, who loved the farm, so not much changed. Then Adam was killed in a car accident and Kenna came home to heal. That was when Garrett realized what the farm meant, how important it was to keep their family intact. But this time, with Logan close to getting married and Kenna newly engaged again, Garrett could feel the shift. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, he knew it was there. Logan continued looking at him for an answer, and Garrett suddenly felt like he did in precalculus during senior year. He had no idea what the hell was going on.
“No,” he finally said.
“No, that’s it? You’re thirty-four. Do you want to have children?”
Garrett shrugged. “What the hell? We sound like women. Are you going to ask me about my cycle next?”
Logan laughed and thankfully dropped it. “So when Sage told you she loved you, did you make your move?”
“She was drunk.”
“Right, well, are you going to make your move?”
Garrett kept eating his fries and tried to ignore the images of what that move would look like, feel like. “Probably not a good idea. Work is the priority right now. We’re making all these changes and planting. It’s not a good time. And I don’t think I’m her type when she’s sober.”
“What’s her type?”
He shook his head. “No idea. From the looks of her, probably some artsy guy. You know, the ones who hang out in that coffee shop she and Kenna go to. But, the other day I told her all the stuff she said that night was nice, and I swear she said something about wishing she was naughty.”
Logan almost choked. “Sage? She actually said that? Naughty?”
Garrett nodded.
“Well, that is new. I can’t say I’ve ever thought of Sage as. . . naughty.” Logan laughed. “Sounds like something’s up. You should talk to Kenna. She knows her best. I highly doubt Sage is going to tie you up.”
Garrett shrugged, not allowing that particular image in, and finished off his fries. “I’m not asking Kenna. It’s been a crazy few days, that’s all. One minute we’re passing each other in the mornings and maybe I see her a few times socially, and now I’m the love of her life and she wants to be naughty?”
Logan smiled big and sarcastic so Garrett threw a balled-up napkin at his face.
“Yeah, enough of this shit. Let’s get down to why we’re here.”
Logan gave in. “Okay. I was up at the farm last night. The new barn looks amazing.”
“Coming together. They’re sealing the floor today.”
“Great. So we’re all set for the dinner there? It’s going to be small and intimate. We’re sold out. Travis and I will cook. Sage is doing drinks. It’s our first one, so there’ll be kinks, but I think it’s going to be great.”
“Should be. Do these people need to see us actually pulling the stuff out of the ground to get the full farm-to-table experience? Is this like a field trip?” Garrett laughed.
Logan explained that the food only needed to come from the farm, that it wasn’t interactive. Garrett wasn’t big on “a day on
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