Chapter 23The next morning Micah and Don, carrying a wicker basket of food and wine between them, strolled along the pier in Santa Monica, and Micah suggested stopping at a small park along the beach.
“That looks like a perfect spot for a picnic.”
“I agree. Let’s run before someone beats us there,” Don said, suddenly kicking off his flip-flops and running toward the spot barefoot. Micah, carrying the basket by its handles, joined him a few seconds later, and together they laid out the contents of the basket on top of a blanket. A bottle of wine, two glasses, chicken sandwiches on French Bread, and fruit.
“It’s beautiful here in front of the ocean, smell that salt air.” Micah took a small sip of wine and turned his face to the warm sunshine.
“I like looking at you. When your face is all
