Page 28 of Love Deep

“I’m not interested in the men of Star Falls.”

“Surely, there’s got to be some good ones.”

“I grew up with all these guys. It kinda takes the edge off. Anyway, I’ve been focusing on Riley. With her dad moving away, it’s been tough on her. I didn’t want her to think I was going anywhere. I wanted to make things the same for her for a while.”

Fisher nods as we head along the road back toward the town.

“So, where are we headed?” I ask, trying not to ogle him as he drives. It’s just difficult.

His oh-so-hot forearms are on full display, and I can’t seem to look away. And the cut of his jaw? I swear, I should have brought a change of panties.

“We have a choice,” he says.

“A choice?” I repeat. “You know you’re in Star Falls, not New York City. We don’t have restaurants on every block.” I grin at him, and he turns his head.

“You’re so pretty,” he says.

The man makes me melt.

“You’reso pretty,” I reply.

He chuckles. “But seriously, we actually do have a choice. I didn’t book Pizza Meet Ya. I think that needs to go in a top ten somewhere for weird names for a pizza restaurant.”

“I’m pretty sure it already is.”

“But we can go there if the pizza’s good.”

“The pizza’s okay,” I say tentatively. “And we won’t need a reservation.” Honestly, I’d really prefer not to go to Pizza Meet Ya, but I might go just about anywhere with Fisher.

“We could head up to the Club. The owner owes me a few favors. We can go to any of the restaurants up there.”

“There’s more than one restaurant?” I ask.

Fisher just laughs, but I’m genuinely interested in the number of restaurants up there. How many restaurants does the place need?

“Or you could show me your favorite spot in Star Falls, and we could have a nighttime picnic. I’ve packed some food in the back.”

“You do?”

“I figured you might not want to go to Pizza Meet Ya because you’ve probably been a thousand times before. And the Club… well, Rosey will have her spies out, and I’m not sure how relaxing it would be if we had a full-on cheer squad in the corner.”

I laugh. “That’s true. She’s very enthusiastic about the two of us… being friends.”

Fisher nods. “Right. So, is there anywhere you think would be good for a picnic?”

“Absolutely,” I say. “The falls this town is named after. Take the next left.”

When we pull up to the parking spot for the falls, Fisher cuts the engine. “Is it weird that I didn’t expect there to be waterfalls here?”

“Why else would we be called Star Falls?”

“I think I thought it was about the stars. And that maybe there was a shooting star spotted.”

“Oh, we have a lot of shooting stars, too,” I say. “But the best place to see them is by the falls.”

Fisher unloads the fancy picnic basket from the back of the truck. There’s a separate bag that Fisher also carries. He won’t accept any help as we head toward the path.

“How long is the trek to see them?”