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“I'm not encouraging contact. But sometimes, a direct, non-threatening phone call will do the trick. Tell him you've spoken to the police and a lawyer, and you won't hesitate to take action if he does anything else. Sometimes that's all it takes.”
Now, Will took Elizabeth's hand and began walking her toward her Jeep, but she stopped and tugged him in a different direction.
“We haven't walked Main Street in a while.” She tugged again when he didn't move. “Come on, Will. Walk with me.”
“We should be driving to the police station right now, not walking,” he grumbled.
“We can go to the police stationafterwe walk. From what I understand, they're open twenty-four hours a day.”
He glanced at her stonily, obviously unimpressed with her attempt at humor. “Do you need to get anything at your house?”
“I should probably get a lot of things, I guess. That way I won't have to stop again this week. Is that okay?”
He brightened—slightly. “That's a great idea.”
They walked along Main Street, both noting how much the crowds had thinned since Labor Day. She pulled him into a T-shirt shop, where she purchased an Old Silver Beach sweatshirt for each of them.
“Now we'll really look like tourists,” he said as he tucked the bag under his arm.
“Who cares? I've always wanted one.”
As they walked further along, they came to the small park where they’d danced together over the summer.
“Oh, remember when we came here? You danced with me.” She turned to walk backwards in front of him. “And you sang to me. It was very romantic.”
He finally smiled. “Itwaspretty romantic, wasn't it? I'm a romantic guy.”
“You are. I bet I'm the only one who knows that about you,” she said, and when she saw his light blush, she winked. “Lucky me.”
He laughed and she walked ahead of him, over to the low stage where the musicians would set up for the Friday night concerts, and turned to face him again.
“I think we should dance.”
“Now?” He glanced around them. “People are going to stare.”
“So let them.”
His eyes roamed her face. “I know what you’re up to, Lizzy. You made your point.”
“I didn't realize I had a point to make. If I did, it's certainly not made yet.” She grinned expectantly.
He sighed, then put the bag down and held out his hand. “Would you like to dance, Miss Bennet?”
“Oh, I'dloveto!” She placed her hands over her heart. “I thought you'd never ask.”
He chuckled and pulled her close, and they moved in a slow circle. No one really seemed to notice; a few people looked, but most walked right on by. He was beginning to relax; she felt the way his body loosened, his muscles losing some of their tension.
“We have no music.” She sighed dramatically. “Such a shame. No music.”
He laughed lightly and pulled her closer, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist. “You’re unbelievable. What would you like to hear?”
“Something romantic.”
He rolled his eyes. “Talk about being put on the spot.”
After a moment he began to sing softly, and she rested her head against his shoulder, letting his voice wash over her. They swayed together until he fell silent, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Do you feel better?”
