Either way, Hayley knew she wouldn’t find out until she got home and had a chance to talk to him alone. Or not. She might have sensed a hesitant interest from both of the parties involved, but she had a feeling that trying to push too hard would only make the situation that much more awkward.
The overlook Tricia had mentioned was a wide spot in 89A as it wound down the mountainside on its way into Jerome, offering an absolutely spectacular view of the Verde Valley, framed in cliff walls on either side. From up here, Hayley could see the narrow green ribbon of the Verde River cutting through the rolling, golden landscape, and on past the river to Sedona’s red rocks.
Problem was, because the overlook offered such an amazing prospect, they weren’t the only people who’d decided to park there
