“Fontana Ridge,” Cam breathes. I stare up at him. “That’s it. How did you know that?” “That’s my hometown,” he tells me, and my brows climb up my forehead in disbelief. “That’s my aunt and uncle’s farm. And my mom makes all the stuff in the shop.” My eyes widen in shock and disbelief. “Really?” “Yeah, Daisy,” he says, his lips quirking in a smile. “I kept thinking you smelled like home, and now I know why.”
