“Didn’t you have enough hiking yesterday?” I asked. My calves still hurt.
“Never enough. But if you’re not up for it…”
“Flume Gorge it is.”
If I get nothing else from this vacation, I’ll get in shape.
My eyes roamed over his tight-fitting t-shirt. Because hiking sure looks good on you.
The reminder alarm chimed on my cell phone. “Oh, God. I’ve got to go.”
“Do you want me to give you a ride?” he offered.
“No,” I replied. “It’d be better if I went alone.” Getting up from the booth I said, “I’ll call you when I get off work.”
He nodded and I left.
As I got into my car, I tried to get him out of my mind. The last thing I needed was to walk into this funeral all giddy.
Focus, PJ. Think sad thoughts.
That meant not thinking about Clark.