Maybe the point was, deep down, I wanted something to happen. I really liked Josiah Haven—and not just because he’d helped me clean off a gross dog, or carried me down the hill on his back, or because he was willing to hang out with Max today. I liked him because he was gruff and stoic and sexy and surprisingly sweet under that surly lumberjack exterior. I’d half admitted it to Marigold already. Maybe it was time I started fully admitting it to myself.
