Harper’s POV
Pulling up to Nancy’s house and turning my vehicle off, I can hear Murphy barking from the backyard. I get out and head for the front door, ready to spill my guts to Nancy about what was going on before I got on the road.
I walk in calling out, “Hey, Nancy.”
“Hey, Harper. I’m in the kitchen,” she answers.
I walked to the kitchen and took a seat at the bar.
“How are you this morning?” she asks me.
“I’m great. I actually don’t want to go home.”
“Would that happen to have anything to do with Caleb?” she asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
“Yes. He told me that he’s in love with me and I let him know I felt the same way,” I said in a dreamy voice.
She gasped loudly, her mouth hanging wide open with a smile playing on the ends of her li
