Chapter Sixteen
Light from the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting an orange-and-pink glow over the grassy knoll. Ron grabbed a chicken drumstick from the basket and nibbled on the succulent meat while Doris pushed food around on the plate. His medical instincts kicked in. Was she not feeling well but too embarrassed to admit it? Her color was good, and she hadn’t seemed extra warm as if feverish when he picked her up.
His chest tightened. Maybe she regretted her decision to have dinner with him by the pond. Perhaps she’d accepted his invitation too quickly and now wondered how long she had to keep him company. Granted, he wasn’t as suave as some of the other guys, but he could at least entertain her for a bit. They’d gotten along all right on the periodic trips to other hosp
