Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

My stupid parking space might be overpriced, but the ten-minute walk from the lot to my apartment calms me down. Every time. Though today, admittedly, the charming vibe of the historic downtown isn’t working its usual magic. At least, not on me. The handfuls of tourists strolling the streets seem to be enjoying it just fine. Probably because they don’t have Logan Barnes on the brain. Tucked out of the way in the Appalachian Mountains between Asheville and Knoxville, Harvest Hollow has become quite the vacation destination. Especially in fall. Even now, when it’s early September and the leaves have barely started to hint at changing colors, there’s just something in the air. I swear, it’s like I can practically hear a chant: Fall! Fall! Fall! The air feels crisp, smells like smoke and pumpkin spice lattes, and the whole town seems to vibrate with the anticipation of cooler temperatures and some of the best fall foliage in the country. Literally. We were voted Number Two Most Gorgeous Fall Town last year, only being beaten by someplace in Vermont. I’ve never been that far north, but if anyone could beat our fall leaves, even I can concede to the birthplace of maple syrup. But I think the citizens of Harvest Hollow took the number two spot as a personal affront and challenge. The Beautification Committee is out for blood. Fall decor started going up in August this year, sneaking in the same way Christmas decor now appears in big box stores in October next to Halloween skeleto...