“Life’s not all about denial,” he responded. “Be daring. Have one. Cherry, peach, lime or grape?”
Torn, she considered, biting down on her lower lip. “Grape,” she finally decided.
He conveyed her request and his own to the teenager manning the booth, paid, then handed one to her. “And if you’re a good girl, you can try another flavor later.”
She removed the paper wrapper, then tasted. “This is good!”
Enjoying the rare treat, she smiled up at Luke. To her surprise, however, he seemed intent on watching the movement of her lips and tongue.
As suddenly, her throat dried up and her sense of speech seemed to take flight. Around them, children hollered to each other, parents chattered, and the thud of the leather ball being kicked echoed in the sunny afternoon.
Yet neither of them moved, nor looked away.
“Luke! Luke!” Troy hollered. “Look! Brian’s kicking the ball!”
Luke didn’t immediately look away. And when he did, he was reluctant. “Way to go, Brian!”
Hannah tugged at Kealey’s shirt. “We need’a go sit in the stands so we can see Brian!”
“Yes, we do, don’t we?” Concentrating on Hannah, their treats, the bleachers, anything but Luke, Kealey moved away.
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