Chapter Eight
“I hope you won’t find it churlish if I throw a little cash your way,” Eric said, taking his wallet from his back pocket and pulling out a few bills. “To cover dinner, I mean. It’s not because you’re a girl... I mean, a woman... or... well, it’s only because you’re the student and I’m the one with the full-time job, and it’s only fair. Right?”
Savannah leaned against the barrier separating the cobblestone path from the moonlit river. Eric’s distinguished male feminism made her smile. “Put your money away.”
When she pressed her hand to his fingers, a spark passed between them. Savannah couldn’t ignore it, but she couldn’t acknowledge it either. The heady atmosphere of rushing water and pine-scented moonlight made her bold. Eric must have felt the same way. He moved
