Alone once more, Trent picked up a wing and motioned for her to do the same. She grabbed one and twirled it between her fingers before taking a bite.
“I’m sorry if I’m being pushy. I don’t mean to be.”
“It’s okay.” She looked sad and he didn’t want that.
He wiped the sauce from his fingers and reached across the table to place his hand over hers. “You’ve known me for a long time.”
She nodded, but the melancholy look didn’t leave her features. He needed to chase it away.
“You know when I want something, I tend to go after it. Even if it’s not the smartest thing to do.”
The side of Abby’s mouth tipped up a little. “Like that frog.”
Trent chuckled. It had been years since he’d thought about that. They’d been about ten. He’d caught sight of a huge frog and decided he had to catch it and
