“Hi, I’m Colin.” He held his hand out to me, and I stared at it uncertainly.

I wanted to jump on him, wrap my legs around him, and kiss him until he fell on the lawn. But I held myself back, unsure, with my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. I couldn’t do this, could I?

“Celia.” I looked around, uncertain, but with an ache to be in his arms that I could barely control.

“I’d like to take you to dinner. Somewhere out of town, if you’d like.”

“That might be nice.” I readjusted the bag slung over my shoulder and looked around. Nobody noticed us. Nobody...