Chapter 7
“No date in Wishful is complete without a stroll of the town green and over to the fountain,” Nash announced.
Rowan hunched into her coat. “That a fact?”
“Absolutely.” He swung an arm around her, tugging her into his warmth. It was such a blatant move, she almost laughed. But as the temperatures had dropped considerably during dinner and he seemed to be a walking, talking furnace, she slid an arm around his waist instead.
Despite his proclamation, few people were out in the cold, night air. This time of night, the only things still open around the green were the diner, The Mudcat Tavern, and Speakeasy Pizza. Their patrons filled about half the available parking spaces downtown, but the sidewalks were mostly empty. The whole place was an idyllic picture out of some Hallmark Ch
