She gathered crushed berries from the dirt as they laughed — then the stranger in worn boots stepped forward, draped his coat over her shoulders, and said, “The work is mine.” Why would a man with nothing risk everything for her?
Cole Hadley owned everything a man was supposed to want, yet none of it had ever felt like his. Twelve thousand acres stretched beneath imported windows. Women smiled before he looked their way, but not one smile had ever been for him. On a warm October Saturday at the Clover Creek Market, he watched a…
