Chapter Seven
Trent tipped his beer back and stared off into the distance, the moon hanging low and bright. At one of his favorite parks—a park he and Lizzie would disappear to when they were younger—he climbed up onto the largest gazebo and sat there for hours. He’d brought a few beers from his place after deciding that the last thing he wanted to do was to stay home and stare at the walls.
So, he’d decided to go out and stare at the moon instead.
Would you go to the ends of the earth for me?
I’d go to the moon for you.
He grunted. What an i***t he’d been for Lizzie as a teenager. One look at her and he’d fallen so hard it was amazing he hadn’t gotten whiplash. All she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and convince him to do that scene from Much Ado About Nothing and wham! He’d falle
