In the spirit of another warm day, I slid on a full three-tiered skirt and wedge sandals for my dinner with Noah. He didn't tell me where he wanted to take me, and it didn't really matter. I grabbed my purse and headed outside to wait.I started over to my hammock, but it was already occupied. Brian. I smiled and sat down cross-legged on the grass next to him, our faces just about level.“Am I in your spot?” He turned his head to face me.“Nope.” I smiled again and let my shoulders relax.He lay on his stomach, wearing his running pants and a sleeveless shirt, a happy nod to the gorgeous weather. The leaves were just beginning to blossom, and the sun shining through the tree above us cast intricate patterns on everything in its reach.“You look cozy.”“I am cozy.” He smiled back. “You look pretty.”“I am pretty,” I teased. “And Noah's on his way over.”“Ah.” His voice lay thick with annoyance.“I wish you liked him better.” I let a breath out and met Brian's gaze.“Well, he hasn't really given any of us a chance to get to know him.”
