Adam studied the menu, though he already knew he wanted to order all the soups. Janey had talked a lot on the way into the National Park. Adam liked listening to her talk, and for the most part, he’d liked what she had to say.
But with the few things she’d said about her son and the lodge indicated that she wasn’t anywhere near ready to be dating again.
But she said it was a date, he told himself. And she didn’t have to do that. He’d made his position vibrantly clear, what with saying their dinner was weird, and then asking her point-blank what the label was. And the hand-holding... If she hadn’t known his intentions by then, that gesture was a dead giveaway.
But she said it was a dateBut oh, how wonderful her fingers had felt between his. Just as magical as he’d imagined for all these
