They’d all pitched in loading the truck and agreed the evening was a success. Of course, Logan had managed to write down a couple of things on his yellow pad, including that he wanted to add the new drink she’d created at the run-through on the next menu for The Yard. The excitement and pride in her work had kept Sage from falling asleep for another hour last night.The evening went well, and next month they would do it all again. She loved being on the farm whether she was making drinks or not. Walking to her car last night, she’d looked up at the sky and had seen that Garrett was right: it was bigger. He had not returned for the rest of the night, which was probably a good thing. Sage was finding it more difficult to be around him with all the farm-to-table business. It was one thing for him to visit her in her world, at her bar, but being in his environment added an extra layer to Garrett her heart didn’t need. Standing in that barn, he was real, so real she could have reached out and touched him.
