"Let's go." I yanked open the door and got out of the truck.
Trent met me near the front end. "C'mon." He took the lead, then stopped until I fell into step beside him.
He had his hands in his pockets again, his pace slow and steady. The trail was lined with trees, offering quite a bit of shade, making it much cooler. He'd dressed more appropriately than I had with jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt.
I, on the other hand, wore leggings and a short-sleeved, V-neck sweater - wishful thinking that my wardrobe choices could influence the weather to be as nice as it had been on Saturday.
"So, do you move a lot?" I asked, tired of the silence between us.
"What?"
"The other day you said you liked to read about the history of the towns you live in. Made it seem like you move around a lot." I hoped I hadn't somehow offended him or crossed a line into prying.
"Yes, I've lived a lot of different places."