Chapter Nineteen
Warner
It had finally arrived—our last night together. Early the next morning, she’d be leaving to go back to Ireland. I didn’t want her to go. I didn’t care if that was selfish of me. I wanted her to stay with me—forever.
I’d taken her to San Antonio to see the Riverwalk. I’d rented us a room in a hotel so we could sit on the balcony and see the lights from above.
There was so much more that I wanted to take her to see, but I’d run out of time. “I wish I hadn’t waited so long before I decided to take you around the state.”
She and I sat in the front of a gondola, a man with a long stick moving us through the San Antonio river. Darkness had just fallen, and both sides of the river had sprung to life. Mexican music played, people laughed, and the good-time vibe was eve
