Chapter 18: Cole

Cole PICKED UP the plastic bin of glue and wool.

How had he gotten roped into the last minute float making night? And why did a small town need a parade with so many floats?

He'd gathered along with others in one of the parking lots by the school. The lights provided light by which they could work on the dozen or so trailers in the fading daylight. A few groups had paired off already and begun the finishing touches on their assignments. Cole glanced in the bucket he'd been handed and didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Me and you are on the 4-H float." A man clapped Cole on the shoulder. He had brown hair, a generous stubble and familiar light brown eyes.

A lot like Scarlett's.

The man gestured at a flatbed trailer with a farm scene playing out on the bed. A wooden playhouse had been covered in paper to look like a barn. A horse stood at the front of the trailer and two chicken wire frames sat at the end. The fenders were covered in green clovers, but they tapered off the