“Oh, that’s very nice, but I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be.”
“But it’s Valentine’s Day…”
“You won’t be,” Hollis repeated. “Just me and Indiana Jones at home tonight.”
“If you’re sure.” Ryan sounded almost hopeful.
“I am.”
“Okay.” The whisper was nearly lost on the wind, but it was joined by a pleased smile and timid eyes. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Hollis said. He was looking forward to spending the evening with someone, even if it was a strange kind of new friend and all they did was eat Chinese food and watch the same movies he was going to watch anyway.