“I love this place.” Spencer breathed, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. His eyes were glued to the balcony overlooking the James River. He slid open the screen door and stepped outside. Dusk was approaching, and the sky was streaked with orange and purple clouds. Birds were chirping in the trees, and the cicadas were returning their calls from the ground. I stood next to him, resisting the urge to put my arm around his waist.
“Look down. You can see Belle Isle from here.” I pointed toward the tiny island. We’d spent a few afternoons during our one summer together there, basking in the sun, unable to keep our hands off of each other. White water rapids encircled it, and a lone white heron stood stock still in the distance. I snuck a glance his way, wondering if he remembered t
