He began spreading the blanket on the wet ground and she hastened to help him.
“I’m surprised whoever owns the park hasn’t cut the trees down already,” she commented. “If they knew what was here, it would bring in a lot of people.” And then the place would lose its original charm.
“We better enjoy it while it lasts.” Brenden took a seat on the blanket and held out his hand to Irene, urging her to join him.
His hand engulfed hers, and she was gently pulled into the blanket beside him. She nestled into his side, grateful for the warmth of his body.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, and that was how long it took for her ass to go numb on the cold, hard ground. She pulled away from Brenden so that she could lie down, hoping he would join her.
He did.
