“For one horror-struck moment, Phin watched as Dan helped passengers disembark from her Aunt Rachael’s hayride. What on goddess’ green Earth was he doing here in her hometown of Cherry Creek, Pennsylvania, and more specifically here here at the wedding she was coordinating? Currently, he was allowing an older woman to steady herself on the ample swell of his Henley-encased bicep. The woman obviously hadn’t received the Halloween-theme memo and was unwisely wearing very sensible suede pumps to compliment her tasteful cream-colored knit wrap to a wedding inside a corn maze.
Dan bent to whisper into the woman’s ear.
The woman’s face split into a hundred wrinkles as she cackled her amusement and patted the hand that Dan had poised supportively under her elbow.
Dan winked at the woman.
Phin felt the heat of her own body’s betrayal like a lightning strike to her unmentionables.”
Author Melody Johnson 
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