It had been about a week since he first took her to their spot. And things seemed to ease around them, but this morning he seemed introspective and she wondered what was on his mind.
She could never have guessed what he said near the end of their meal. “We’re leaving early tomorrow morning, do you need help packing?” He asked her without any preamble.
There were so many questions running through her mind that she was finding it hard to word out one, so all she managed was: “what?”
He seemed to realize that he hadn’t given her much information and she was at least grateful that she was not the only one struggling to arrange her thoughts properly. But in his case, it was probably to do with the running of his ranch. She couldn’t arrange too much on hers from where she was sitting, for now
