The people behind him. "I told you so," I heard him say. "There's plenty of room."
There were fifteen of them this time. Children, coolers, travel bags, inflatable rings, a stroller, a woman I recognized from a Christmas eight years ago, and a man I'd never seen before, carrying a six-pack of beer. The children caught sight of the pool through the hedges and started shouting before...
They had even unfastened their seat belts.
The difference was that this time, they found themselves facing a locked black iron gate and Leah Whitmore, standing before it, her back straight and her expression impassive. Leah had spent twenty years running a charming inn on the outskirts of town before she started helping me run the farm for events. She was the next generation…
