“Of course you can.” Lena looked at Vicki. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some coffee.”
“I’ll make it.”
“And I could use a walk,” Dan said. “Been sitting too much today.” He glanced at Vicki. “I can wait until you make the coffee if you want to take a turn around the block with me.”
Summer evenings were long in Wyoming, and Vicki wondered when she had last taken a walk around a block. Part of her felt a little nervous, and part of her thought she was entirely too hypersensitive. A friend was going for a walk. It would have been rude of him not to ask her.
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