“You will.” I smiled. “I just need to learn everything about you.”
“That could take some time.”
That was the plan. Get as much time with Demi as possible.
“We might have to run together every day,” I said. “And maybe you can sneak over for dinner once or twice. Junie would love to see you.”
She bit her lip, eyes flicking toward a peek of the horizon through a window in the trees where the mountains blushed with early light.
“I could probably handle that. And I’d love to see Junie.”
“Great. It’s a plan.” Relief filled me. “So, first question. Is your favorite candy still Reese’s Pieces?”
She giggled, the sound light and bright against the rustling trees.
“Yes. But how did you know that? And why is it important to finding my true love?”
“I remember you mentioning it once in an interview and—”
“You remember that?” She looked at me, surprised. “Wow. I guess you really were a fan.”
“A big one,” I said, no shame. “And it’s important because it could be a deal-breaker. You wouldn’t want him to be allergic to peanut butter, now would you?”
“That would be tragic.”
“See? We just narrowed down the pool. No peanut allergies allowed.”
“To befair, though . . . if he were my true love, I’d give up the candy.”
I looked at her, the sunlight catching the curve of her cheek. “Now I know something else about you. You’re selfless.”
She paused, her steps slowing just slightly. “I don’t know about that. I think I used to be.”
“Anyone who would give up Reese’s Pieces is practically a saint.”
“Do you like them?” she asked.
“Love them.”
“Hmm, good to know.”
“Okay, next question. What theme song would you like to play every time you entered a room?”
“Where are you getting these questions?” She laughed.
“I am a Cupid. Romance is kind of my thing. And musical preferences are important in a relationship.”
She cringed and blushed, and it was adorable. “I can only think of one song right now, but it’s embarrassing.”
“You have to say it.”
We rounded a bend and plunged deeper into the forest. The scent of pine grew stronger, and the air turned cooler.
“Okay, but don’t laugh.”
“I’ll try my best not to.”
“Fine,” she groaned. “‘MMMBop’ by Hanson.”
