Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

before he spotted us in the corner booth.

He slid onto the bench beside Evelyn, his smile wide and sudden as he nodded to the waitress.

“Ladies,” he said, gesturing with his hand. “Lunch is on the apiary today. Put whatever they want on my tab, Brenda.”

Evelyn adjusted her shawl, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. “We were just continue reading …