CHAPTER SIX
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BRYAN NUDGED HER CHIN up with his thumb and kissed her.
“We can go up to the house and clean up if you want,” he whispered in her ear.
She looked up to the hill where the big white house with blue-framed windows stood amongst trees and shook her head.
“No, I don’t think so. I don’t want to be an imposition.”
“What are you talking about?” he frowned, not understanding what she meant.
“I know your friend said you could use the house, but that doesn’t mean he’d have wanted you to bring friends in there as well. We can clean up when we get to my house, all right?” she said.
Becka patted his hand without even being aware of doing it. It was the kind of pat one would use to calm a disappointed child when he didn’t get any ice-cream.
Bryan knew that Becka doubted tha
