Hunter and Delilah didn't say much as they drove away from the square, Delilah's head rested against Hunter's back, and her arms were wrapped tightly around him.
Her heart was still dancing from the memory of their slow twirls in the cobbled square.
The streets of Varis grew quieter as they rode toward the outskirts. Street lamps became fewer, and soon the salty scent of the sea filled the air. Ahead, the vast stretch of the beach opened up.
Hunter stopped the bike just beyond the sand, turned off the engine, and helped Delilah off.
"Where is this?" she asked softly, the wind tugging at her curls as she took off the helmet.
"A quiet part of the Varis shore," he replied. "It's past midnight. We're probably the only two people here."
He reached into a small saddle bag on the bike and pulled out a rolled blanket. She raised a brow.
"When did that get there?"
Hunter grinned. "When you weren't looking."
