CHAPTER 70
The night was perfectly still, although Megan’s ears still rang with the noise and commotion of the day.
Now all she could hear was the faint thudding of Brad’s heart as they lay on their backs and she rested with her ear against his chest.
“This view beats Vermont any day of the week.” He stretched his arms up behind his head, and Megan nestled a little closer to him. They had been so busy during the day, she had only had a few minutes to scrub down as best as she could and change her clothes before she met him on the little hilltop that overlooked the village.
“Everyone here really loves you,” he remarked, breaking their comfortable silence. “It’s neat to see the way they respond to you.”
She didn’t answer. Part of her was still afraid that if she spoke, if she said or di
