Nothing had occurred between them, but she knew he liked her. Liked her the way a man liked a woman . . . and strangely enough, she was starting to think that maybe she had similar feelings for him. But she wasn't going to jump into anything. There was a whole world she wanted to see, and he was going to join her on the adventure.
Their first stop would be Echo Park, California. In her mother's Bible-the most cherished possession Eleanora owned-she'd found the address of a woman called Hessika. She didn't know how this woman knew her mother, but Eleanora aimed to pick this Hessika's brain, find out anything she could about her long-dead mother.
"I think it's time," Desmond said, interrupting her thoughts.
She grinned up at him and waved their tickets in the air.
"I'm glad you decided to come with me," she said-and, darn it if she didn't blush.
"Me, too," he agreed, looking embarrassed but happy.
He reached down, picked up their luggage, and then offered her his arm.
"Shall we?"
She slipped her arm through his and, together, they walked to the train that would take them away from Massachusetts and on to their destinies.