As I reached for her hand, Cath narrowed her eyes suspiciously and remarked, "You're hiding something."
"Avoidance? Me? My lips formed a smile that I hoped would disarm her as I pretended to be innocent.
"Mike, you're awful at lying," she shot back, reclined on the park bench. Her silky waves of hair turned to liquid gold when the sunshine caressed them. Her eyebrows were raised in interest as she took a quick look at the canvas bag I had insisted on bringing.
I joked, staring into her eyes for a little too long, "Perhaps I'm just full of surprises."
The sound of her laughter was beautiful and light. "If that is the case, I am undoubtedly anxious."
My heart was a frantic thumping inside. I had been anticipating this moment, which kept me up at night organizing every little detail. Des
