By the time they finished cleaning the marker off Steph"s Escape it was lunch time. Noah wanted to ask her to let him take her somewhere, but he wasn"t sure how she would react. She"d put the left-over alcohol away and tossed the cloths they"d used in the washer, then come in and collapsed next to him on the sofa. He was trying to figure out how to get her to go, without scaring her off or arguing when her stomach rumbled.
Steph groaned. “I should get up and fix us something to eat, but my arms ache and I"m tired. Give me a few minutes to rest and I"ll do it.”
“I have a better idea.”
“What?” She opened one eye to look at him.
“I take us around the lake and buy us lunch. You pick the place.”
“There are only a couple so that wouldn"t be hard.” She fell silent for a minute. Her stomach r
