Derek leaned close and spoke in a voice he knew Laurelynn would hear over the music.
“Let’s call it a night. You’re tired and I don’t want to keep you up too late.”
“I’m enjoying the music and I don’t want to pull you away.”
“The music is good, but you’ve yawned three times in the last ten minutes. I see them whenever they’re in town, and usually don’t stay for the whole show. They’ll be playing until after midnight. I don’t mind going now.”
“Are you sure?”
Derek clenched his teeth to keep from making a rude remark. Instead, he gathered what was left of their trash and stacked it together.
“Let me take care of this. When I get back, we can take care of the blanket.”
He hauled the garbage to the nearest can and returned to Laurelynn to find she’d already shaken off the quilt and fold
