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“Now, though, I guess I have to go to Bloomin’ Lovely and order flowers for daddy’s funeral.”
“Can’t you order them by phone?”
She sighed. “I can. But I need to get out of here. It’s so glum and depressing and I have so much on my mind with everything else. I just need a break. Do you mind taking a drive after we order flowers?”
He kissed her lips once again, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of their lips together. They were a perfect fit. His were full and soft and they always molded to hers perfectly.
His solid body, pressed to hers, made her feel secure. His powerful arms around her made her feel safe. The aroma of his aftershave surrounding her made her body feel many fun things. She loved this man and life was moving fast.
His chest rose and fell and when he responded, the vibrations as he spoke gave her goosebumps. “We can take a ride. I can ask Helissa to pack a picnic lunch and we can go somewhere alone, just the two of us.”
She shivered. “That sounds perfect.”
39
They’d ordered flowers, procured a picnic basket, gathered a blanket, and now they were driving out of town toward Brookswood.
Spencer watched the signs as they traveled down the county road and out of Glen Hollow. The sun shone high in the sky; the weather was now in the high seventies and the horses they passed played and frolicked and loved the weather as much as he did.
Kenna giggled as a young colt ran behind its mother. She turned her head to see if he saw it too, and their eyes locked. His heart kicked up about four notches as he stared at the dark-haired beauty with the soulful green eyes.
He reached over the console and she laid her hand in his. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers.
Tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder, she slid a saucy gaze his way. “Where are you taking me, handsome?”
He grinned and winked. “I have some connections. And those connections have secret hideaways. I’m taking you to a secret hideaway for the afternoon. We’ll be safe and alone. We’ll be able to sit and talk or just sit and enjoy nature.”
“You’d be fine sitting and enjoying nature and not talking?”
He smiled at her remark. “Kenna, I know we haven’t known each other long enough to know lots of things about each other, but I can sit for long hours doing nothing. When I’m with you, just being with you is enough. If you don’t feel like talking, I understand. I only want to be with you while you process the things in your head. And I’ll make sure you’re safe while you think about the things you need to get straight.”
She stared at him for a long time. He had to keep checking the road to make sure he didn’t run them off it and cause an accident. But every time his eyes slid to hers, she was watching him.
“Thank you.” Her smile was genuine and more beautiful every time he saw it.
He pulled onto a dirt road marked only by a fire marker and a mailbox, leaning to the right so far he wondered at the last time the mail had actually been delivered there.
The road curved right and left, and there were rocks jutting from the dirt in various places. Finally, more than a mile from the main road, a clearing formed in the trees and a small cabin stood, straight and neat and proud. There were rocking chairs and a glider rocker for two on the wrap-around porch.
“Oh, wow. That’s charming,” she breathed.
He chuckled. “Let’s go see the inside.”
He hurried around the truck to help her down, stealing a kiss as he did. He reached into the backseat and pulled out the picnic basket Helissa had made them and the blanket. Taking Kenna’s hand in his, he walked them to the front of the cottage. Once on the front of the porch, he could see a pond and a mama duck with her five ducklings lazily floating the day away. He pointed to them and Kenna laughed.
“Oh, those are adorable.”
They watched the ducks for a bit then he turned the key in the lock on the cottage and ushered Kenna inside.
“Oh, Spencer, this is adorable.” She declared.
He nodded. It was nice inside. Clean white walls and decorated in the style of a lake home. The living room and kitchen were open to each other; a short hallway led from the living room to a bathroom and two small bedrooms.
“Who owns this cottage?” she asked.
“Baxter’s brother. He lives in Tennessee now, and it sits empty mostly. I asked Baxter if he had a place we could go that would be private, so you could clear your head. He eagerly offered this place.”
“Wow. Thank you. Please tell him thank you.”
