“It’s like questioning our parents. It’s something we justshouldn’tdo.”
She laughed and placed her hands onherhips.
“God, if my dad could hear you now, he’dhugyou.”
“Does he know about your brother’s draft, uh, situation?” heasked.
“Yeah. He’s probably got half of the San Francisco Police Department out looking for him. But Andy told him he was going up to Canada until the war ended. He wasn’t going overseas to kill innocentcivilians.”
“They’re not all innocent,”hesaid.
“Maybe not all of them, but I’ve already seen enough questionable news reports to make me wonder what’s really going onthere.”
“Does your dad know that you’re helping him?” heasked.
“Yes. But it doesn’t matter,” she dropped her gaze to the pebbles along the shore. “He disowned me a fewyearsago.”
“Why?”
“I dropped out of school my senior year of high school. I’d rather just go out and experience the world instead of sit in a classroom listing to the teachers drone on about wars from hundreds of years ago. The past and the future don’t matter as much as now does. People need to live in the present and enjoy everything life has to offer, don’t you think?” sheasked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think history’s important if we learnfromit.”
“But how much do you think humanity’s actually learned? We’re still running around the globe killing eachother.”
“We’re fighting communism. It’s a threat to democracy,”hesaid.
She sighed. Arguing with people like him waspointless.
“Where did you go after your dad kicked you out?” heasked.
“For a while I was living in GoldenGatePark.”
“With all the otherhippies?”
“Yeah.” She smiled at all the carefree memories that came rushing back. “It was amazing. I met people there who blewmymind.”
“I always thought hippies were stoned out of their minds all the time,”hesaid.
“Some are. Some just want to escape reality. But a lot of us just want to reach a higher plane of enlightenment. I still believe that peace and love can rule the world,”shesaid.
As he smiled at her, beams of moonlight illuminated his face. Warmth flooded her body. The sudden urge to kiss him rushed through her like wildfire. She took a step closer to him and tilted her head up. At five foot ten, she usually stood eye-to-eye with most men. Not Greg. He towered over her by severalinches.
His gaze dropped to her lips. The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He had the kind of sensual mouth she’d dreamed about—a movie star’s mouth. She took another step toward him until they stood close enough that she could feel his breath inherhair.
“Daisy,” hewhispered.
“Yeah?”
“I really need…” his voice trailed off as he ran his hand through hisshorthair.
She slid her hands up his chest in a bold move. When he didn’t pull away, she interlaced her fingers behind his neck and drew him down. His mouth hovered a breath from hers when he broke thesilence.
“What do you want to do with your life?” heasked.
“What?” She immediately released him and stepped back. What kind of a question was that at a timelikethis?
“What are your goals in life? Do you want to get married? Have kids?” heasked.
