He had been so looking forward to it. He’d crafted the perfect moment. The weather was warm and slightly breezy. The hill had overlooked the lake. He’d waited for her to arrive. They were going to dine and then he was going to ask her the question he’d been wanting to ask for months now. He had the ring. Everything was set for the perfect picnic.
He’d planned for everything … except for her to so hungry. Now he sits and ponders his error.
He should have packed something more substantial than honey, sassafras and moonshine.