ROME
“So, this is your idea of a first romantic date?”
“We both know we passed that first, second, third, and so on dates.” I let her fall to the mattress. She wasn’t even settled yet. I followed her and tumbled on top of her. I anchored my elbows on either side of her head. “I took you here. I thought you hadn’t gone fishing.”
“You’re right. It was fun.”
I took Carly to our lake house. The Langston had it for decades, and it was one of my father’s favorite places.
Something lit in her eyes earlier that I knew I’d done something right in my life. She was totally happy, besides the tree I saved and seeing the flowers I planted myself. She was easy to please.
Carly was different from any woman I’d ever met. Luxury didn’t seem to impress her. Just simple things made her smile. Because
