Chapter 245

• Leandro moored the boat and then helped her up. His fingers remained twined with hers all the way to the restaurant.
• It was a small, intimate, expensive place—the kind of restaurant that only had half a dozen items on the menu, but all were sinfully delicious. They shared tiramisu for dessert, Leandro’s eyes dark and heavy-lidded in the candlelight, and then he led her back to the boat.
• It was magical being on the lake at night, with the smooth surface of the water reflecting the stars above. Leandro cut the motor so they drifted in the middle of the lake, the only sound the lap of the water against the sides of the boat. Zoe stood up, her hands curling around the railing. A slight breeze rippled her hair, and she pulled her shawl around her shoulders.