“You know I can’t talk about the guests, Mo.”
“I can figure it out.”
He could. Mo could figure out anything. But, “No. Don’t ask me. You know I can’t.”
Mo glared in the direction Mr. Driscoll had gone. “Why was he talking to you out here?”
“How should I know? He’s a guest. He goes where he wants to go. He walks a lot. I heard him tell someone that walking gives him ideas.”
Mo’s stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead, and Bronwyn tucked her arm through his. “I guess your walk gave your stomach ideas. Let’s go hit up the kitchen.”
“You promised me a waterfall.”
“Food first. Then the waterfall.”
“How are you going to get me to the kitchen without being seen? If your uncles see me, we’re toast.” Mo glanced around. Was he nervous?
Not that she blamed him. She was nervous too. “We’ll go intothe small kitchen. It’s on the edge of the property. No one will be in there right now.”
“Bronwyn—”
“Come on. This is our opportunity. My parents are out of town and my uncles are in a board meeting. We won’t have another day to do this until next month. Or maybe even the month after that.”
“Good point.” Mo grinned at her, and whatever had been bothering him when he walked up seemed to fade away. “And it’s not like arguing with you would make any difference.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mo’s smile deepened. “Once you decide to do something, you’re going to do it. Even if it’s risky.”
He wasn’t wrong.
They raided the kitchen and packed snacks into a small bag before slipping back into the forest. The walk to the waterfall was clearly marked for guests, but they had to be on alert in case any guests decided today was the day they were going to visit as well.
The thought had Bronwyn stopping to turn in a circle before continuing on.
“You have a weird look on your face.” Mo took a bite of an apple.
“No I don’t.”
“One hundred percent weird.”
Bronwyn rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“What’s going on?”
Bronwyn shrugged. “I was thinking about what you said, about me being determined to do something even if it’s risky. If we get caught...”
“If we get caught, your parents will probably have me arrested for trespassing.” Mo took another bite.
“That’s my point! The risk is for you, not me.”
He grinned. “My parents would be so ticked. But Granny...” He chuckled. “I think Granny would bail me out. She’d be furious with me, but I think she’d do it just to frustrate your parents. She does not like them.”
“No one who really knows my parents likes them.”
“True.”
They talked about everything and nothing until they came to the waterfall. A small sign declared it to be the Emerald Cascade. Mo studied it with a small smile on his lips. “This is beautiful. I can see why your family wanted to make it accessible to the guests. Do many come see it?”
