He’d had the truck windows down on the way over here, and when the scent of newly blossomed honeysuckle had drifted in he’d given in to the impulse to stop and break off a small limb to bring to Crystal. But now that he was on the porch, misgivings outweighed good intentions. Her enthusiasm for the ranch made him forget that she’d spent the last several years, no doubt, accustomed to hothouse bouquets in elegant vases. Before he could decide, the door abruptly opened. “I thought I heard you lurking out here.” Her face lit up when she saw the honeysuckle. “For me?” He nodded and shoved it into her hands. “Be careful. The stem may be sharp.” She held the blooms to her nose and inhaled. “Thank you. Is there any better smell?” Jeremy smiled. “My grandma used to say that honeysuckle was what she always imagined heaven would smell like.” She nodded and stepped back. “Come on in while I get something to put it in.” He walked into the living room, but her voice drifted back to him.
