Chapter 12

He turned and faced me, pressed his hand within my own. “I want to thank you for today. For the interview. For the tour. For lunch and the water.”

“It was my pleasure, Tacoma. More than you know and realize. A splendid day with a young man. Two gentlemen enjoying each other.”

“Yes. If you say so.”

Our hands dropped out of the shake. I looked out and into the drive. “No Uber?” I questioned.

He shook his head. “None.”

“Shall I call one for you?”

“No. I can run. It’s what I do. I like to stay fit, as I’ve already told you. Plus, you don’t want a flabby pool boy.”

“Being fit is the way to go.”

“My aunt doesn’t live far from here.”

“It’s sixteen miles. You’ll be exhausted. Let me call an Uber for you.” I tried to rationalize with him, but he kept shaking his head, sharing that adorable and delicate smile with me, melting me in places that I wanted to melt.

“I’ll be at my aunt’s in no time. Stop worrying.”