“You drive,” he urges. “We’re going to the spot where we began.”
The weight of his words warms me. We began the night I asked him for a favor; we met in the cemetery, and it changed my life forever.
Approaching the chain link fence surrounding the site, I notice twinkle lights hanging from the oak tree in the center. Beneath them, blankets and pillows cover the dead grass. A small grill holds flaming logs, a cooler and crockpot sit nearby. It seems Hamilton has been very sneaky this afternoon.
“Ham...” I choke on my words.
He pulls my back tight to his chest while wrapping his arms snuggly around me as I take in the scene. “I’ve thought about a first date for a couple of days now. Movies, going out to eat, dancing, driving to Kansas City…none of those seemed perfect.”
I spin in his arms, placing my hands on his cheeks. “This is perfect.”
He chuckles. “You don’t even know what I have planned.”