Page 8 of The Dangers of Daydreaming (Love Connections #2)

We Call That a Crush

Finn

The afternoon sun was low in the sky when I got back from day two of tours.

True to my word, I had gone over Lucy’s emailed list and, after digging up the information for the entire two weeks the Hastings would be here, sent her back which ones we would be going to and when.

She'd gotten her rental car the day before, and that meant she hadn’t joined us to go to Island Hill Farms and subsequent goat yoga.

It was surprising how much less fun it was to go on a tour without Lucy Sinclair, not just because it would have been a sight to watch her do goat yoga, but because it just felt…

like it was overcast despite the sunny day.

I’d been going on excursions without her for years, yet one day of her in the passenger seat with the group, and I was worried I might be broken for future tours.

My phone rang as I pulled back into the farm’s gravel drive and stopped in front of the B I was just reading too far into things.

“On February 30.”

She shook her head, the hint of an eye roll in that one expression. “You know your humor hasn’t changed since you were in junior high?”