Autumn looked around, partially to conceal the blush creeping across her face, but mostly on the lookout for a man who wasn’t an absolutely hideous physical specimen. She passed over those who were too old for her to comfortably consider calling them anything other than grandpa, and passed those she would have to pick up from school. It was getting colder out and there weren’t quite as many people out at the parks. The times of summer, when women would lay around and display themselves ...