“I thought you might be used to views like this by now.”
She took a deep breath. “You never get used to views like this.”
If only Lynn could drag her paints here. Maybe there was a way that she could? She always wanted to paint at places like this. She’d have to stop making excuses and just do it.
“Too bad we didn’t bring a canvas for you,” Mike said.
She turned to him, mouth slightly open. “How did you know that I was just thinking that?”
He shrugged. “It’s a good idea. Great minds think alike.”
She smiled, then looked back out onto the water, studying the collection of logs at the water’s edge. “Next time I’ll have you carry it for me.”
“Gladly. I’ll bring a tent, too. You can’t camp here, but we can camp nearby.”
Lynn wasn’t quite sure if he was kidding. The idea was like something out of a storybook. She didn’t want to ask and spoil it. A hike, then spending a few hours painting, then sitting by a fire? It would be a dream come true.
“How about this,” she said, turning to him. “You survive this last mission. Then, to celebrate, you can have another mission – carrying my canvas and my paints.”
“Deal,” he said with a nod. “Are you ready to eat?”
She smiled. As much as she’d like to nag him about involving the FBI, or Hank, or anyone, she didn’t need to spoil the picnic. Mike laid out a blanket on the wooden slats of the bridge and she settled in.
She could resume worrying when she got back to her car.
