CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
“Where are we going this time?” I ask as I walk up to James. It’s our second date, and he’s scheduled it for the middle of a Sunday afternoon.
“You’ll see. Come on,” he says, grinning as he takes my hand in his and leads me down a barely discernible path in the woods.
I can’t help echoing his smile as I follow him.
“You said you have a couple of hours, right?” he asks as we take a right turn deeper into the woods, where the trees are so dense their branches block out most of the light.
“Yup. I don’t have to be back until four.”
I told Ben I was going with Sharon to the farmer’s market this afternoon.