Accidental Hero

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He exited the main highway and by the time he pulled the Lexus into the inn’s valet parking area, Abby had made up her mind to stop making comparisons between Stuart and Bo. She’d concentrate on having a good time. How difficult could that be?

Dinner passed comfortably. Stuart had been right—the food was delicious. “More wine?” Stuart said later, as he poised the bottle over her glass, when they had finished their meal.

Abby shook her head. “No more, thanks,” she said. “Two glasses are my limit.” She didn’t need any more of a buzz than she already had.

Wine was not her drink of choice, but Stuart had made such a to-do over the wine selection, she didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d rather have tea. Especially after her obvious dismay when the waiter served their stuffed trout entrée. Well, how was she to know the thing would be served with its whole face staring right at her? Give her a nice blackened catfish dinner with fries any day. She was relieved when the meal was over and they left the inn. She just wasn’t cut out for gourmet dining.

The moon cast a pale light on the ribbon of road leading back to Sweet River. Replete with the fine wine and the meal, Abby fought to keep her eyelids from drooping.

She heard Stuart slide a CD into the slot. Soon, Andrea Bocelli’s thrilling tenor voice filled the car with romantic Italian love songs. Abby couldn’t understand a single word, but the beauty of his music touched her heart.