Wild Berry Meadow Maybe I'm the one who's changed or the one to blame

Speak of the devil. It was flattering herself a little to think of him among the interested, but he was attractive and, from what she could tell, nice as hell. Maybe in another life she was straight and happily mated. If she was, maybe she was lucky enough to have caught one a bit like him.

Not so lucky here. Bridget smiled at him and nodded. Suppose I can share. I think I remember saying the lake was far enough, but I guess I can't blame you for getting a taste for these. She flicked a berry at him, then chuckled.

She was glad he came, either way. It was good to have a little company that wasn't rife with uncomfortable silence for once.