Chapter 115

With an indulgent smile, Dan’s arm tightens around me. “It won’t,” he swears to me. “And you already promised me later.”

I laugh at the eagerness I hear in his voice. “I mean I don’t want to have to share you just yet,” I explain, nuzzling into his shoulder. “We get back to Evie’s and everyone will want a piece of our time. Out here it’s just us. You’re all mine.”

Now it’s Dan who slows the pace, until we’re standing still, ringed by trees that surround us like curious onlookers. What leaves remain on their branches whisper together like rumors, the steady fall of light rain that we can’t feel an insidious hiss like discontent in a crowd. “Is this about your father?” Dan wants to know.