Chapter 13
WHEN BRITTA SAID YES, Milo had a flashback of the footage of the Berlin Wall coming down. He’d have to tell Elise that she was smarter than he thought. Britta did have a wall up, but on the way over to Fay’s she had seemed much more relaxed and at ease with him.
He helped her from the car again, enjoying the way her hand fit just right in the crook of his elbow. She was about a head shorter than him—perfect for resting that head against his shoulder. Milo stopped the daydreams and reminded himself to stay calm and cool. He didn’t want to blow this chance.
Once they were seated and sipping their hot cocoa, Milo asked, “So what do you do with your extra time when you’re not planning a huge fundraiser for the entire town?”
Britta stared at him over the steaming mug. She cupped
