Page 77 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Yeah? How did you get around Belize?”

“Luck, mostly.”

“You may have a terrible sense of direction, but you seem to have a lot of luck, Evan.”

I grin, not being able to deny it. “Tell me something you’re really bad at.”

“You don’t want to hear me sing.” Mara grins.

“Yes I do. I want to hear you sing badly.”

Mara fidgets on the seat. “I’m allergic to cats, even though I want one very much.”

“I’ll only bring allergy friendly cats home.” I squeeze her knee, as I turn around again, my memory slowly kicking in.

It’s not like the industrial warehouses that you find downtown, but it’s still a massive space, taking up a whole corner.

Across from it is a bakery, a café, and an art gallery.

“I could use a bite to eat. Want to grab something and take a walk?”

“Sure. There’s an empty parking spot right over there.” Mara points to a motorcycle zooming out of the space.

I park, use the PaybyPhone app to pay for the spot, and then open Mara’s door.

“Good girl,” I tell her, dropping a kiss on her cheek because it’s been a while since I touched her skin.

She blushes. “I’m hungry.”

Inside the little café, we order sandwiches and coffee to go.

“We can eat and walk or sit down.” I leave it up to Mara.

“Let’s walk.”

I sip my Americano and loop my arm through her’s.

We walk in comfortable silence for a few moments. I'm wondering if I should walk her around Steff’s building but then I see the park up ahead.

“I like the warmer winter weather.”

“Me too. Though I like snow,” Mara says.

“Ah! Here I thought we were friends,” I tease.

She shakes her head, a playful smile shows off her dimples and she nuzzles in closer to me.

In the park, I guide us to an empty picnic table.

“Should we keep playing twenty questions?”

“Sure. What’s your middle name?”

“The princess is quick. John, after my grandfather.” I shrug. “What’s yours?”

“Catharine after my grandma on my mom’s side. Pineapple on your pizza?”

“Yes. Mushrooms?”

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