Bianca leaned her cheek against his chest for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice carried that thoughtful note he’d started recognizing. “You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“A few months ago I probably would’ve already been on three different planes by now.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
She leaned back enough to see his face. “It kind of was. I like the way we’re doing things now.”
“Me too.”
Bianca glanced out the window toward the little commuter jet parked on the runway. The mountains stretched wide behind it, blue and quiet under the afternoon sky. “I’m so glad Randi agreed to my new schedule.”
“I think she understands that she’d have a town full of people ready to drag you back home if you were away too long.”
Bianca laughed. “That’s true.”
Mrs. Hudson alone could probably organize a search party.
Bianca bumped her shoulder lightly against Adam’s arm. “You know what I keep thinking about?”
“The nursery.”
She blinked. “How did you know?”
“You’ve been sketching it in that notebook every night.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I thought I was subtle.”
“You are not subtle.”
Bianca laughed softly. “I’m not ready to jump into it yet,” she said thoughtfully. “But I keep picturing rows of trees and flowers. Maybe a little greenhouse. I could own a nursery and work it when I wasn’t traveling once a month.”
Adam nodded. “You’d be good at it.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
She studied him for a moment. “You really are on board with all this.”
“With what?”
“My life.”
Adam shrugged easily. “Your life includes traveling sometimes, planting things everywhere you go, and turning quiet places into something beautiful.”
Bianca’s smile softened. “You know I’ll be back before Dawn’s wedding, right?”
“Yeah.” He was looking forward to dancing with her.
“I promised her I’d help with the flowers.”
“Then you’d better get back.”
“Oh, I will.”
The airport speaker crackled overhead. “Flight to Dallas now boarding.”