Page 142 of Samson

“Nope. A new one.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“Good. I’ll grab the food, and we can go.”

Every time Samson made a turn in his car, Delilah made a guess as to where they were headed. He had been concerned that, after everything that had happened, they wouldn’t be ableto be comfortable in each other’s presence, but that had quickly changed, and it had become clear that both of them had been transformed for the best by their ordeals.

But he wanted to get things right with her, especially after the way he’d treated women in the past. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d refrained from kissing her so far, and it had been worth it. At least until now.

“How’s your dad?” Delilah said as they neared their destination.

“He’s been fine the whole time. He just likes to milk a cold.”

“I don’t know, he looked pretty sick to me, and I’d hate for him to miss Riley’s recital next week.”

“He’ll be fine by then. I’ll tell him you asked after him. That will make his day.”

“Why?”

“Because he likes you. A lot.”

“Really? That’s nice. I’m glad you two are getting along better these days.”

“Me too.”

He pulled into a driveway.

“Where are we?” she said, leaning forward to try to get a look around.

“It belongs to a friend of mine. But you might want to hang on. It gets a bit bumpy.”

He drove up the dirt track until they rounded a bend and went up a hill.

“Is this a farm?”

“Yeah.”

He glanced at her when the view rose up in the night. The city lights glowed from down below the hill they were perched on.

“This is beautiful.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

He parked the car, then grabbed their meal and handed it to her. “You mind carrying this out?”

“Sure.”

He went to the trunk and got a blanket.

“There’s a bench out here?” she said.

“Yeah.” He laid the blanket over it. “Have a seat.”

“This feels an awful lot like a date.”

“Is that a problem?”

“We just haven’t talked about that yet.”

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