Today he was going to do it. He was going to stop acting as if he were a mooning teenager and ask her out. Grabbing another set of oars, he slid them onto pegs mounted into the barn wall. The scent of fall, crisp, with a hint of wood smoke and cooling pie, was thick on the air. All they needed were warmed mugs of apple cider to make the day complete. It was the short lull in Colorado between the summer white-water rapid and hiking tours ending, and when they would begin prepping for the winter cross-country and snowmobile tours. If he wanted to set the foundation for a relationship with Elise, he needed to get his act in gear and do it now. While they had time to enjoy being together. Nerves still eating at him, Carey struggled to refocus his thoughts on storing the summer gear instead of day dreaming about his best friend. He recited dollar amounts that would need to be spent fixing the summer equipment, not to mention the winter gear they hadn’t had the cash to repair at the end of the last season.
