IT WAS TURNING INTO the perfect day. But Casey couldn’t help it. Ben’s happiness gave her pause.
It was the way he looked at her. The things he said. It wasn’t that she disliked how he how he smiled at her, or how his eyes lit up when he laughed. But did he mean it? Did he even know if he meant what he said?
He hadn’t known what he wanted enough to stick around the first time, so how could she ask any more of him now? He was going to finish culinary school and get on with his life, presumably to work at an Italian restaurant and then open up his own place. He would always be eight years younger than she was, and their lives would always be different. When the afternoon wore on and she finished up her work at the campsite, she knew it was time to say goodbye to a wonderful twenty-four hou
