Luckily for her, her hair seemed to sense the importance of the day and didn’t give her as much of a fit as it usually did. It was scary how easily he could talk her into things. They were going to spend all day at a festival somewhere out past Charlottesville. Apparently, that was how he wanted to spend their last day. She could’ve just as easily spent it in bed, but he insisted that going to this thing would be fun. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but unlike him, she wasn’t playing into dangerous fantasies about getting attached. She knew better than to think anything serious would start between them. But it wouldn’t hurt to give him this day at the festival. She walked out to the living room where he waited for her. She smiled. He returned the smile, hazel eyes twinkling. He wore a gray collared shirt with the few top buttons unbuttoned, displaying a delicious bit of his smooth, tanned chest. Apparently, he spent a lot of time out on his boat in the summer. His summer tan hadn’t faded yet.
