ASHLEY'S POV
“So, I assume the mystery guy had you all blushing then?”
Austin’s voice broke the silence as we walked through the park. I glanced at him, hiding my smile behind my cup of coffee.
“I'm not blushing,” I protested, flaming like a bride that just got out of the altar.
“You definitely are. Look at your cheeks getting all pink. It's a crime to glow this much. I should call the cops on you.”
I laughed, nudging him with my elbow.
“Please, you'd miss me too much.”
“Maybe,” he chuckled a little too softly.
We walked silently for a while. The activity going on downtown buzzed around us, the sun in the late morning casting a shadow on the high buildings, the air crisp with that pre-summer heat. It was the kind of morning that made everything feel less heavy, less hard. Excep
