LOGINAutumn “I can’t believe you guys,” I say. “You’re brothers. You were always so close, and this is what your relationship fell apart over?”“You don’t understand—” Benedict starts, but I silence him with a look.“I think I finally do understand, actually. Your mother died, you sold your company, and it ruined you. It made you richer than everyone in Sweetwater Lake combined, but it ruined you all the same. And I don’t think you even understand why.”I wait, going silent for a beat to see if one of them is going to interrupt me. When they all stay quiet, I look at each of them in turn. “You were hurting. You lost your mother, and you felt lost. Isn’t that right?”There’s some hesitation, but then they all nod.“Elijah, why did you think taking the offer was a good idea?”He looks at me, then ducks his head to stare at the ground.“I wasn’t sure what else to do. None of us were thinking clearly, and I was worried that—” He swallows hard. “I was worried that I was going to fuck it up fo
Autumn “Are we talking about being avoidant? Because you wrote the book on that shit, Luke. Maybe I learned from watching you.”“Or maybe I’m avoidant because every conversation with you ends with you running away. I don’t spend my time chasing pointless shit, and after this many years, I know a lost cause when I see one.”“No, you just chase squirrels up there in the middle of fucking nowhere. I’m surprised you even remember how to have a conversation with real people.”Elijah sighs heavily. “Can we not do this right now?”Both brothers look at him, but Benedict has a nasty expression on his face. “It was fine when you were poking at me a minute ago, but as soon as I poke back, you want to step in and be the responsible one?”“I wasn’t poking—”“Fuck you, yes you were! You and your fucking air quotes. You know good and damned well I didn’t say it like that.”“Then how did you say it, Benedict?” Elijah asks, putting down the silicone spatula he’s been holding.“How did you put it wh
Autumn “Why is the butter frozen?” Luke wants to know. “I thought you usually used room temp butter for baking.”“For some things, definitely. But scones are kind of like biscuits, where a lot of the flakiness and lift comes from butter melting. So you want it to be as cold as possible before it goes in the oven.” I explain that pie crusts are the same way and that’s why it’s so flaky and golden if done right. “We’d do the same kind of thing for a tart crust.”I take them through the basics, showing them how to measure dry ingredients. “Never scoop your measuring cup directly into the flour. It can get packed down and you’ll end up using double as much as you think you should. It’s best to weigh it. We want 250 grams of flour for this.”I squint at the scale, dumping flour in until it reads 224, and then add a tiny handful more. The scale ticks to exactly 250.“Impressive,” Benedict says, grinning. “You’ve got the touch.”“I just do this a lot. Can you add the rest of the dry ingredi
Autumn Elijah carries me over to a quiet corner of the hall and sets me down in one of the chairs set up out of the way. My cheeks are flushed, and I’m still more than a little flustered by everything that just happened.Around us, the crowd is still buzzing from it, even though the auctioneer has moved on to the bidding for another item.Elijah, Luke, and Benedict stand around me, and I look up at them, pushing my hair out of my face.“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell them. “That was a lot of money.”All three of them shrug, as if they barely even gave a thought to the cost. And I guess since they are literally millionaires now, they probably didn’t, but the point still stands. It was a huge sum of money they just bid.“Really,” I insist.“It was for a good cause,” Benedict points out.That stops me in my tracks a bit, and I bite my lip, conceding the point. “The shelter really will be able to use the money.”“That too,” he says. “But also after seeing you in action at the bake
Autumn Dad has escaped from small talk when I get back, and my three guys are standing off to one side. They move to me when I come back, each of them searching my face, probably trying to see if my mother pissed me off.I just shake my head and smile. “Typical my mom stuff,” I tell them. “Let’s keep looking around.”Mrs. Henderson has finished her song by then, and then someone else takes up the mic, it’s to make an announcement.“Just a reminder that we’re closing the sign-ups for the charity auction in twenty minutes,” the mayor says with a grin. “There’s a sign-up sheet near the door, and we’re happy to auction off anything you can think of. Want to get your teenagers out of the house this winter break? Auction off an hour of their time shoveling snow for the elderly. All the proceeds go to charity, and we have some great ones lined up this year. Most notably the shelter over in Shelton, which as you know, we partner with every year. Every little bit helps, folks!”Every year I a
Autumn As a unit, we walk up to my parents, and I force a smile. “Hey Mom, Dad. Enjoying the festival?”Dad smiles back. “It’s a good one this year. Lots to see. And old Mrs. Henderson has still got it.”“Got what, is the question,” I reply, making him laugh softly.“Autumn,” Mom cuts in, giving me a tight smile. “It’s good to see you and your… partners.” The word comes out like she’s trying to make it sound as neutral and bland as possible.“Hi, Mrs. Forger,” Benedict says, turning on the charm. “It’s great to see you two again.”“And you, of course.” Mom can’t be rude in public, even though I can tell she wants to. “How is your visit to Sweetwater?”“Been great so far,” he replies. “Autumn’s an amazing hostess, and being here tonight reminds us of all the things we loved about living here.” He drapes an arm over my shoulder, pulling me in close. “Although she’s the best thing by far.”It’s funny, watching the emotions play out in my mother’s eyes while she keeps her face locked in
Autumn “What are you doing here?” I ask as they come over.“You’ve been gone all day at your bakery, and now you’re here at another one,” Benedict says with a grin. “We missed you, so we wanted to see you.”“You don’t mind if we join the tasting do you?”Luke adds. He folds his arms, looking polit
Autumn I start heading for my car, and my phone rings. I frown down at the screen when I see it’s my mom. Her calling while I’m leaving work is what got me into this situation in the first place, and I’m so tempted to just ignore it and get on with my evening. But then I sigh and answer it a
Autumn “Yikes,” Benedict says. “But I mean, you see how fucked up that is to say, right?”When I chance a glance up, all three of them are frowning, reacting to what I said.“I mean, it’s not very nice of her to say, sure.” I shrug and force a laugh, trying to play it off. It’s an absurdly persona
Autumn We’re all about halfway into our food when someone comes up to the table, and I look up and smile to see one of my grandmother’s friends standing there.“Hi, Simon,” I say, greeting him with a smile.“Good afternoon, Ms. Autumn,” he replies. “You keeping warm?”“Doing my best. Oh um, this







