My brows shoot up. “Reservations? Am I dressed too casually?” I glance down at my black jeans.
“You look great.” He walks back over to me and leans down, brushing his lips lightly against mine. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the door.
I sigh and follow. “Where are we going?”
He turns to face me and winks. “It’s a surprise.”
* * *
“We’re here.”
I reach for the fabric covering my eyes.
“Uh uh uh. Not yet.”
I huff out a sigh. “What do you mean ‘not yet’? You said we’re here.”
He chuckles. “How did I forget how impatient you can be? Hold on, I’m going to help you out of the car. Just wait.”
I listen as his door closes, then a moment later, mine opens.
“Okay, let me get you out of here.”
He undoes my seat belt and then scoops one hand under my legs and one behind my back. The next thing I know, I’m being cradled against his chest.
My arms reflexively wrap around his neck. “You’re carrying me?”
“It’s easier this way.”
I listen to rocks crunching under his feet. We only go a few feet, then he sets me down.
He removes the fabric. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
“I can’t believe you made me wear a blindfold for the drive,” I grumble as I open my eyes.
I take in the view. He’s brought me to another place we used to drive to when we were in high school. Instead of a make out spot like Picnic Point, this one was where we would party. We all called it ‘Top of The World’ because from up here you can see so many stars.
“It’s gorgeous,” I say, staring up. It has been years since I’ve appreciated the night sky.
“Yes, it is.”
I turn to see him staring at me. I narrow my gaze. “You have a reservation here? For this hill?”
“I do.” He grins.
I arch a brow, causing him to chuckle.
“If the high school kids still come up here, we might be crowded out soon,” I say.
“Nah, it’s too early for them. They won’t show up until ten or later.” He rubs my back, and I shiver. “Wait here,” he says.
It’s dark, but I can see his shadow go to the car and open the trunk. He returns holding a couple of blankets and some other items I can’t quite make out.
“What are you holding?” I ask as I squint, as if that’ll help.
“Blankets, dinner, and a portable heater.”
He lays one blanket out, sets a soft-sided cooler down next to it, then the heater. He turns the heater on and motions for me to take a seat. Thankfully, the heater illuminates, because without its glow, we wouldn’t be able to see much—though the dim light only provides a little help.
