Silas took her hand, leading her to a separate car, and told her they weren't going to a public campsite.
There was a mountain estate on the outskirts of the city that belonged to the Summers family.
It had an exceptional natural water source.
Because of that, they used to go camping there from time to time when they were kids.
Alaina nodded.
When they reached the destination, she truly understood what he meant by exceptional.
The crisp spring breeze carried the fresh scent of the stream across the shallow banks.
A crystal-clear creek snaked through the mossy stones, the pebbles at the bottom perfectly visible. The banks were lush with green grass, framed by towering sycamores and cedars. Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting soft, fragmented shadows on the ground.
Silas picked out a flat clearing and worked with Julian to expertly set everything up.
Before long, a black canopy tent was fully pitched, and folding tables and chairs were neatly arranged.
The nearby RV was packed with ingredients, drinks, and all sorts of gear.
Silas sorted out the loose camping ropes, radiating his usual calm, aloof aura.
Alaina bent over to smooth out the picnic mat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and swaying gently in the breeze.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned and met Silas's softened gaze. She offered a small smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Their unspoken understanding was quietly wrapped in the gentle autumn breeze.
"Silas, Alaina, take a break," Julian said.
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