But something wasn’t right. They both glanced out the window. Great, he thought to himself. Who on earth could be walking their dog at this time of night?
“What’s wrong?” he asked with a look of concern, trying his best to seem oblivious. He rested his hand on her thigh for comfort. “Let’s go,” she said, unamused.
He slid back into his seat and cranked the engine. Sometimes good things have to wait.
“I’ve got another place in mind,” he offered. He flashed a boyish grin. “It’s not far.”
“Sure,” she replied casually. She didn’t have the heart to tell him. Not yet. Besides, his heart was fluttering. And so was hers.