He grinned at her. “Not if we’re careful.”
She tried to frown, but his enthusiasm was infectious, and she found her lips twitching up in an answering smile. “And what do you think is going to happen, once we’re there?”
“Whatever you want.” Suddenly his blue eyes were boring into hers, and she shivered. “I’ve waited for you my entire life, Lisa. I can wait a while longer. School ends in six weeks. And until I get drafted and go to whatever minor-league hellhole they assign me to, I’ll be home for a few days at least.”
Somehow, her hands were in his. Big hands, long-fingered and slightly callused, but devastatingly gentle. As gentle as his voice, a balm to her raw heart and scarred soul. “I love you, Lisa. I’ve loved you since I was a kid. I knew it when I was a teenager. If I hadn’t been
