“Yes.”
He carried her through the living room like a man on a mission.“You smell amazing and my bear’s been yelling at me for the last half hour to get you home and naked as fast as possible.”
“Bossy old bear.”
“Just for you, sweetheart.”
Seneca had been running on pure adrenaline and excitement for the last few hours.He’d meticulously planned the evening ahead for him and Sunny, and by the time the last patron had left the park Monday night and the big gate was closed, he couldn’t wait to get to it.
After working the lunch shift at the burger stall, they’d spent a few hours working in the commercial kitchen to clean out and organize the walk-in freezer.He normally hated the tedious task, but working beside her gave him a chance to get to know her even more.Conversation came naturally between them as they worked side by side, sharing stories of their lives and hopes for the future.
It made him even more determined to make the night ahead spectacular.
He’d left periodically to tend to the plans for the night, leaving her with Trina and Rory whenever he had to step away.And then, when they’d been walking to the underground living area, she asked what their plans were for dinner because she was starving.
“I ate a lot of pickles today,” she said.
“Um, why?”
“Because I love pickles and they were out.Rory made a charcuterie board and put pickles on it, and every time I ate some of them, she’d put more out!”
He laughed.“So you ate pickles all day and not any real food?”
“I ate the parts of a whole meal—cheese, meat, and crackers.”
“And pickles.”
“Ugh, yeah.”She made a face.“I don’t think I want to talk about pickles anymore.”
“Don’t worry, I promise not to bring them up again.But as far as dinner goes, I’ve got a date planned for us.”
“Oh?Should I wear something fancy?Or is it casual?”
He opened the door to the house.“I think you always look pretty, but it’s casual and we’re not leaving the park.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“I aim to please.”
They cleaned up and changed, both opting for jeans and shirts, hers a casual long-sleeved one in soft gray.As she unwound her hair from the long braid and brushed it, he was mesmerized by the pretty waves in her blond tresses.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you are today?”he asked.
“You might have mentioned it a time or two.But a girl never gets tired of hearing it.”
“Well, you’re beautiful and I’m one lucky bear.”
She put her brush in the bathroom drawer and grinned.“I’m lucky too.”
They left the house and headed topside, where he left her by the tables and went into the kitchen to grab the picnic basket he’d prepared.
He hooked it under his arm and returned to her, offering her his other arm.
“A picnic?”She eyed the basket.
“Yep.”
“Where?”
