*Lena*

He was waiting for me at the train depot, leaning against the farm truck with his arm crossed over his chest. I fought against the smile threatening to stretch across my face as I walked down the steps off the platform, my duffle bag hanging over one shoulder. He eyed me, looking me up and down.

“Hey,” he said, his voice void of expression.

My heart sank as I gave him a tight-lipped smile and crossed in front of him to climb into the ...