Halfway there, she watched his truck drive away. Granny June was having her evening cocktail on her favorite bench near the chapel. “You just missed him,” she called. Remedy trudged the rest of the way and dropped onto the bench. “Yeah. That sucks.” “He was angry, and I figured he’d clashed with you since that’s where he’d been headed, or else I would’ve stalled him for you.” “It’s okay. He’s upset because Wynd Fisher just offered me a job in Los Angeles.” Granny took a sip of her drink. “Are you going to take it?” Wasn’t that the question of the hour? At least Granny June asked her and waited for an answer instead of jumping to conclusions. “No. It was everything I wanted once upon a time, but my life has changed. I’ve changed. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but originally I didn’t expect to stick around here at the resort for long.” Granny patted her knee. “I suspected that might be the case. But then you met Micah.” “Yes. Then I met and fell in love with Micah, and I can’t imagine leaving him or this place.
