Home To Wickham Falls. Rochelle Alers

I’m talking about, Sawyer. You like Jessica the way a man likes a woman.”

      “Do you want me to lie?”

      “No. I’m glad you like her because I think she’s good for you.”

      Sawyer walked to the gas grill and pushed buttons to ignite the propane, his sister shadowing his steps. “Good how?”

      “She has all the qualities you should look for in a woman who could become your potential wife.”

      Sawyer gave Rachel an incredulous stare. “When did you become a matchmaker? Because I’ve never had a problem letting a woman know I was interested in her. That’s enough about me and Jessica. I’ve been assigned the task of manning the grill, so I need to get busy.”