"Is it?" she says, leaning into him as he puts his arm around her. "I've heard people say New Jersey before, but not Boston. Not that I'd know for sure about either, but that's another issue." It was warning enough that it was Darrow, maybe, although the surprises it usually had in store weren't as normal as the weather suddenly changing from one day to the next.

They pick a spot on the grass, and Rosie's about to sit when Caleb sweeps his coat off and lays it on the ground. It's completely unexpected, oddly chivalrous, and she gives him just the slightest sidelong look, her eyebrows raised.