Chapter 8

He turned around and huffed. “Seven years, Sawyer Waters. Seven. Years. I knowwhat you like by now.” He shook his head and resumed walking.

Laughter spilled out of me as I lay on the blanket and stared at the sky. “God, I love that man!”

“I can tell,” Wade said.

“Yeah? You mean I look like a heart-eyes emoji?”

Wade chuckled. “Something like that.”

“I’m totally fine with that. I’m not in the business of hiding how I feel about him.”

“That’s great.”

Darkness was creeping in and everything grew still. Not even a faint breeze rustled the trees, and the lake was smooth as a mirror. A peace like nothing I’d felt in a long time washed over me.

“Are you enjoying your stay with us?” Wade asked after a few minutes spent in companionable silence.

“Yes! This place is like a little corner of paradise.”

“I’m glad.”

“I bet it’s really pretty here in the fall.”