Max shot Lark a sideways glance as they neared the top of the trail where a bench marked the turn of the trail which would loop them back to the car. They’d been walking for more than an hour and they’d barely spoken a word but the quiet was peaceful.
“Remember when you, me, Ollie and Johan came up here?” she asked suddenly as they reached the bench.
“Yes. Johan picked up the rattlesnake.” He chuckled at the memory. “The man is nuts.”
“Is he still so crazy? I haven’t really spent time with him yet.”
“He’s traded in wild animals for wild women.” Max laughed, “the last woman he dated, before the cowgirl from the hospital last week, showed up at his parents’ house on a Sunday afternoon and reenacted a scene from an eighty’s movie with a boom box. He needed to call the cops.”
“He dated h
