Chapter 5
Craig wasn’t sure how such a small space—barely the size of a couple of the football fields that were so all-important to the local social scene—could seem so vast and exciting and vibrant. He felt as if he’d walked out into the middle of the vast acreage of the Midtown Arts Festival in Atlanta, but with bluegrass rather than whatever music was trendy that year.
The crackling sharp evening air was surely part of it. But not nearly as much as having Sophie pressed warm and close against him. With her amazing curls loose and free in the breeze, whatever sparkled around her turned itself up to eleven. Something inside him, held tense and tight for longer than he could remember, relaxed and luxuriated in her company.
He tried not to kick himself too hard over blurting out so much
