The drive to the Army encampment was short. A few twists and turns, then they arrived. Tony stopped the jeep and helped Ezra down. Jimmy reached out his hand. As Greta took it, zap – a bit of blue arced between them.
zap“Electric,” he laughed.
“It must be a sign,” she teased, but the electricity she felt between them strengthened by the minute. She felt that same blue spark burning through her every time Jimmy was near.
“Do ya mind if I show Ezra ‘round?” Tony held onto the boy’s hand, talking with him. “If ya don’t mind me askin’, how old is he?”
“Ezra just turned five.” Ezra excitedly held up his hand, waving the same number of fingers. “And he would love to tour the camp with you. He hasn’t been outside in far too long.” She turned to the boy and asked him in German if he would like
