Quinn reclaimed her hand, but closed his eyes, not speaking again.
Rather weird for a date. Usually if they weren’t talking, a guy would have his hands all over her and she’d have to fight them off, but she wouldn’t question it. The warmth of the sun was amazingly relaxing, and Quinn seemed more at ease than she’d ever imagined he could be.
Taking her cue from him, she closed her eyes. The crash of water mixed with calls of birds and humming of insects. It all combined with the soft ripping sounds as the horses tore up grass. There were no people sounds, no ringing phones, no screaming kids.
She breathed in deeply. A clean, earthy scent surrounded them, the sort of smell she associated with the green of plants. With life.
One word described the whole experience: peaceful.
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