Chapter 79

Bart took the basket from him and slid his free arm around him, and George liked that. A glance showed no one was nearby, and he angled his face up so Bart could kiss him, and he liked that even more.

George leaned back and smiled into Bart’s eyes. “We’re here.”

“Huh?” Bart looked around and sucked in a breath.

“Our picnic spot. Do you like?”

“Do I…? Oh, hummingbird, this is amazing.” He looked at the lake that wasn’t more than a few yards from where they stood beneath an oak tree.

“I’m so glad you think so. We can go swimming later. Take out the blanket and spread it under this tree.”

While Bart did that, George reached into the basket and began emptying it of the sandwiches wrapped in paper, the pail of beer, and the cookies Mrs. Hall had made that would be their dessert.

Once Bart had smoothed out the blanket, he toed off his shoes and sat down cross-legged. George did the same and handed him a sandwich.

“It’s roast beef with horseradish.”