CHAPTER SEVEN
On his descent into Nashville, Josh made the final preparations for landing. He and Hope were here to do a good deed, but he regretted the flight wasn’t longer. He would have liked for them to keep talking and getting to know each other without another soul around. This space, this time, had been theirs alone, and he didn’t want to give that up.
Josh glanced at Hope, who stared at the approaching runway with excitement. That reminded him they were here to pick up a painting. This wasn’t a date.
The wheels touched down.
“Smooth landing,” Hope said, seeming impressed.
“Now you’ll know not to worry about the painting when we land back in Charleston.”
“I wasn’t worried.” She didn’t hesitate to answer.
His chest swelled with pride. Not because of the landing but due to her
