The walk back to the parking garage felt different than the walk to the park. Less anticipatory, more settled. Like we'd crossed some invisible threshold and were both aware of it.
Miles kept my hand in his, our fingers laced together naturally. Every so often his thumb would brush across my knuckles, unconsciously. Like he needed the contact.
"Okay, real question," he said as we turned onto a busier street. "If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you go?"
"That's a big question."
"I'm a big question kind of guy." He pulled me closer as we navigated around a group of tourists clustered on the sidewalk. "Come on. Anywhere. Money's no object, obviously."
"Obviously." I thought about it. "Paris, maybe. Or Barcelona. Somewhere with good food and architecture and a language I
