Vern hadn’t been prepared for the response. They’d both been so eager to get their hands on each other; he’d expected anything other than what happened.
Denise sat back ever so slowly, pulling away from him until they sat once again in their separate seats of the Firehawk with the vast canyon of the radio console between them.
Was she upset because he hadn’t asked her? He’d wanted to surprise her. It was a beautiful lake, one of his favorite spots. Conifers ringed most of it right to the edge of the water. Aspens going gold leaned out over the water seeking the last of the summer sun. This late in the year, the water would still be sun-warmed rather than of glacier-fed.
“Seriously?” She faced him.
He tried to read her tone, her face, her body language, anything, but he couldn’t. She so
