![]() ![]() Only two? I’ll experiment with molasses gingerbread if you want, just give me a sec. The smooth dark wood floors and large fluffy furniture they’d picked out together, at the moment adorned with couch-pillows in themes of harvest and corn and gourds and spiced lattes.Īnd the scent of baked goods all through their house, tantalizing. The leaves-and-wheat-and-berries wreath Finn had hung on the front door. Cool steely skies and pumpkins appearing on porches. October doing its best, even in Southern California. Rain hummed in the background, a low musical counterpoint. Finn’s cinnamon-sugar pinwheels beat out mass-produced chocolate chip any day.įinn said again, apologetically, They’re candles. He’d been looking forward to that, despite having consumed a decent amount of sugar at the university’s reception for the day’s guest speaker. The entire house smelled like nutmeg and brown sugar and spice when he’d opened the door, he’d thought Finn must’ve been baking. ![]() You bought what? Wes, coming in, set down his keys and laptop bag and the mountain of student papers he’d have to grade later. ![]()
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