Faith had already grabbed a patio table by the time Lizzie arrived. They exchanged hugs, ordered their food, then Faith said, “Okay, spill. What’s going on?”
Lizzie filled her in on Landon’s request.
“Wow. That is a dilemma,” Faith exclaimed, then took a sip of her iced tea. “What does your gut tell you?”
“I am so churned up,” Lizzie admitted. “I mean, I am still trying to decide how I even feel about him, much less packing up my life and moving two thousand miles to attempt us.”
“I do understand that,” Faith commiserated. “When Rick and I met, we only lived two blocks apart. Even after I realized I loved him, it still took me a while to take that next step and move in with him -and that was just two blocks down. I was terrified. Felt like I was giving up my sanctuary.”
“Exactly,” Liz
