Chapter 49

“We just might. Or we might never leave.” I smiled at him, but he kept his eyes trained on the water. “So you’re the person in charge of all things related to the lake?”

“Yes.”

“That must be great. Less stressful than teaching twenty-five eight-year-olds math, I bet.”

He let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a chuckle. “Sounds about right.”

With a happy whistle, Preston returned carrying two plates with mountains of food. He handed them to me as he extracted a couple beers from the huge pockets of his cargo shorts—he’d even brought one for Wade—and then he joined me on the blanket.

We ate in silence—except for the occasional “yum” or “this chicken is to die for”—as the sky darkened and the stars blinked to life. Just a few at first, but soon the sky was full of bright pinpricks of light, and I lay back down.

I sighed happily. “Would you look at that.”