Wyatt pulled into the parking lot at Lobster Bay, the rainbow-colored hot air balloon filling the morning in front of him.
“Wyatt,” Deirdre said, her eyes glued to the balloon out the window. “Are we going up in that thing?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Just you and me. A sunrise flight.” He opened his door and got out of the car. Deirdre met him at the front of the car before he could go around to open her door.
“This is incredible,” she said, her voice awed. The wonder swam in her eyes when she looked at him too, and Wyatt’s heart softened for this woman.
“Surprise,” he said, taking her hand in his. “Let’s go check in with our pilot.”
“Is that what they’re called? Pilots?”
“I hope so,” Wyatt said. “I’m not going up in that thing with just anyone.”
Deirdre giggled, and Wyatt wanted to t
