“How was your day?” Trent asked, his hand tightly wound around Bree’s as they walked along a quiet street in their neighborhood. It was a nice spring day, transitioning to summer, a little warm, but not too hot. After work, he’d gone home to find Bree in shorts and a T-shirt ready to go for a stroll and had changed into a similar outfit to take advantage of the opportunity to get some fresh air with the beautiful woman next to him.
“It was good,” Bree said, her voice wavering slightly that made him question whether or not she was telling him everything. He thought she probably would if he gave her a chance to keep talking. She usually did. “Some of the newer songs are really starting to come along. We might be ready to play them at the next show.”
“That’s great,” Trent said with a genuine smile. “Anything else happen?” He still hadn’t told her about his office visitor. He would. As soon as she had a chance to tell him everything she wanted to.
