13
“WHAT A FUN night that was,” Johnny said, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. He was bleary-eyed from being up all night and Scarlett was too, but they’d had such a good time that it was well worth it. “I think we both needed that.”
“We sure did,” Scarlett agreed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed and danced so much.
After Scarlett and Johnny had walked back from the beach, they’d spent half an hour trying to find the car, and finally decided they needed their morning coffee if they were going to have any success.
Johnny reached across the small mosaic table and clasped her hand. “I’m glad we came here together, Scarlett. I like having time to ourselves again.”
Though it was never quite like this. “I’m happy, too, Johnny.”
They lingered over café con leche at a sidewal
