Willison POV

Willison laughed. “I’ll try,” he said and then shook Pops’ hand. “Let me know when you want me to look at that gutter, okay?”

Pops nodded. “No rush. When you’ve got a spare minute, just come around. There’ll be a cup of tea and maybe a scone for you.”

Willison grinned. “I’d never turn down one of Mrs. Sharp’s scones.”

“Call me Pat,” Gran said. “I’ve asked you a thousand times.”

“And you’ll have to keep asking,” Willison replied with a wink.

They climbed into the truck and waved goodbye. The drive home was short, and it only took them ten minutes to unload the boxes and the...