Milene
I turn around, looking over the green expanse as far as my gaze can reach. The vast field is surrounded by trees on three sides. It’s beautiful.
“I thought you said you bought a lot,” I say, “not half of the state.”
“I bought several. I still haven’t decided what I want to build on this one, so I’m acquiring all the available land. Just in case.” He takes my hand and leads me back to the car. “Are you hungry?”
I expected the lot he mentioned to be somewhere in the city, but we drove two hours to reach it.
“I’m starving,” I mumble, looking down at our intertwined fingers. I should pull my hand away. But I don’t.
“There’s a restaurant twenty minutes from here,” he says as he opens the passenger door for me. “I eat there when I come this way.”
“Some posh place, I presume?” I ask
