for dinner.
Returned the following week.
By autumn, I knew.
Daniel was my person.
There was something about him I didn’t tell my family.
Not because I was ashamed.
Because I knew exactly what would happen if they found out.
Daniel Brooks wasn’t simply a beekeeper and small farmer.
He had grown up in Connecticut, the son of a math teacher and a nurse.
He went to a state university, studied business, and eventually discovered that he had a remarkable ability to recognize value where other people overlooked it.
He
