“The snow is either washing down the brooks or being eaten by the ground fog. The sap is running steadily, but less intensely, day and night. The tanks are nearly full. —Colton Abbott’s sugaring journal, March 12 Nolan had given this a lot of thought. He wanted to do something special for Hannah at their wedding to show her how much she meant to him and to tell her family how well he planned to care for her after they were married. He’d considered a number of different gestures that would ac...complish both goals but kept coming back to the same thing. That and one other bit of business had brought him to Hunter Abbott’s front door first thing on a Sunday morning. Hannah thought he’d gone in to work at the garage to catch up for a few hours. He could’ve used those hours in the office, but this was more important. He rang the bell at the restored colonial that was painted a dark taupe with black trim. The place was almost as classy as its owner, Nolan thought as he waited for Hunter to answer the door.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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