69After they loaded the dripping canoe and two bags of garbage into Noah's truck, he drove them back to the inn. They sat for a moment in the driveway, both staring out the windshield at the mountains that perched across the river.
“Thank you so much for inviting me. I don't think I'll ever forget the horses.”
“You're welcome. And thank you for not thinking I'm a dope for taking you garbage collecting.”
“Not at all.” Becca paused and drummed up her courage. “And you've been so kind, perhaps it's now my turn to treat.”
Noah tilted his head.
“Why don't you let me take you to dinner.”
Noah avoided her eyes. “I…would like that, but…I'm going away for a while.”
Becca's heart sank. “Oh, that's OK.” She wanted to ask why and where he would be going and with whom, but she didn't.
Noah scra
