“I’ve heard the fountain is a must-see,” I murmured.
“Yeah? Well, we’ve got time.”
I blew out a silent breath. I hadn’t been sure if he’d agree or give me a hard time over it.
We sauntered through the park until we found an empty bench across from the fountain, then sat down to admire the way the wind caught the spray. We didn’t talk much, but it was companionable. Mark became busy with his laptop; he might not be able to go online to research some of the people we were going to see, but there was paperwork; there was always paperwork.
I stretched my legs out, crossed them at the ankle, and closed my eyes, enjoying the morning sun.
“It’s not smart to close your eyes,” Mark said.
“I’m not worried.”
“Because I’m here?” He had a grin in his voice.
“Because you’re here.” I opened my ey
