Jed looked at me and shrugged as he stood and walked off into the garden, his head bent to smell the flowers as he went. LaKeemba strolled off, too, and Sharon moved to a particularly colorful bed in one corner of the garden and began studying the petals there. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were leaning against each other on a bench; their eyes closed as they rested together.
Alonso stood from his seat behind me and extended a hand. “Fancy a stroll?”
I felt color wash across my cheeks, but I didn’t hesitate to take his hand, which he tucked into the bend of his elbow as we walked. He kept his fingers over mine, and I felt my blush deepen. I knew he and I would have a conversation about what was between us sometime, but now was not the time.
We walked a few more minutes. “What is this place?” I fi
