The University would have kept her on teaching a summer class for teachers of Advanced Placement human geography, but lecturing wasn’t her strong point. Managing people and projects was. So when Portland offered her a position managing the city’s sustainability efforts, she took the job.
Beecher squeezed her hand again. “Penny for your thoughts.”
“I was thinking of when we met.”
He laughed. “I bet you thought I was a fourteen-carat asshole.”
“Not at all.” His eyes narrowed. “Well, maybe a little bit. But then you bought me carnations.”
“Your favorite.”
“How did you know?”
“I guessed.”
“It’s been a good four years.”
“The best,” he agreed. Beecher sipped his coffee.
The first three years of their relationship had flown by in a whirlwind of trips around the world. He quickly learned
