Chapter 58 Lust

• He laughs, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks over the small crowd. “It’s our annual fair. The boys come up with things to sell for the season, mostly handmade. It’s usually more successful than selling chocolates.”
• I glance back, realizing sitting behind each table is a range of boys from the high school that Oliver coaches baseball at. A smile lifts my lips as I walk over to the closest one and pick a knitted square. It isn’t a perfect square and some stitches aren’t tight, but it’s obvious what it is.
• “You made this?” I ask.