CHAPTER THREE
They drove to a place he knew about that was always deserted, except for weekends. It was a picnic spot, overlooking a lake. Connie had never been here before, and she was impressed.
"How lovely!" she said, when they pulled in and braked to a stop. "Could I get out?"
"Sure!" He walked around and opened the door for her. She, was impressed with his manners. Half the time Shelby forgot to open her door, unless she reminded him.
He watched her run across the grass and down the hill to the sandy little beach. She pulled off her shoes and let her feet wade through the water's edge. Suddenly, he found himself removing his shoes and socks and rolling up his trouser legs. In a few seconds, he was tearing down the beach after her.
They walked along the beach for a while. Soon the
