When Peter paid for two slices of peach pie and two cups of coffee and then almost absentmindedly took the forty-five cents Caleb handed him, Caleb realized he was in love. Or scratch that. He didn’t know if it was possible to fall in love in under a week. He also didn’t care if it was possible to fall in love in under a week. All he knew was that when he looked at Peter, he felt both fond and raw, like he had been turned inside out and was glad to have had it happen.
