Kenneth escorted Brooke out into the cold darkness of an October evening. “Are you ever going to let me pay?” he asked.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Brooke quipped. “I guess it depends.”
“On what?”
“I’ll let you know.” They exited the restaurant and the slap of cold air momentarily cut off Brooke’s breath. “Oof.”
“I agree,” Kenneth said. “It’s quite a night. One has to wonder why anyone thought this cold, snowy place would be a good location for a major metropolitan area.”
“And yet, there are several,” she pointed out. “It would seem some people enjoy the cold.”
“Those same people would probably complain so bitterly about the heat down south.”
“Right. We don’t have to let them know that EVERYONE complains about the heat down south, even the natives.”
Kenneth laughed. “That’s one way to
