By the time they left the restaurant, the sun had long ago dipped below the horizon, leaving behind the soft glow of lights against the velvety sky and a cool breeze whispering across their skin. Gena curled her fingers through Dylan’s when he took her hand, tilting her head back in order to stare up at the heavens and simply breathe in the scents of the night.
“I think this is my favorite time of day,” she mused. “Not even being in town can spoil the way it smells.”
“It’s my favorite too.” They walked slowly, like they didn’t have anywhere to be and all day to get there. Her stomach was pleasantly full, and she still tasted the spicy peppers on the back of her tongue, which was not at all unpleasant. “I think there are a lot of things not spoiled by the town.”
Though a half dozen refut
