Chapter 62

“Or chocolate mousse. Andchocolate mousse. Muskmelon, chocolate mousse and streusel cake.”

With my finger, I gently etched us into the bergamot scented white foam on Finn’s cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

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The next evening, before our dinner and dessert, I presented Finn his beet greens and a muskmelon. “You might like it.” I’d carved a heart into its rind to make it a little more romantic, at least.

He offered up a bouquet of mittens and gloves—“All righties”—on wooden skewers arranged in a vase. “There’s still a lot of winter left, and I haven’t seen you put on gloves in at least a week. You lost the right one again, huh? The one from Cheryl.”

“I did.” I wasn’t on my phone nearly as often, unless it was to text or talk to Finn. Still, somehow, the mitten had gone missing.

“Well, now you have a dozen spares.”

“What did you do with all the left ones?” I asked.