First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.
She'd fallen into the best part of her past.
Men of thoughtless actions are always surprised by consequences.
...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.
But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.