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“Hannah, will you walk outside with me?” Albert asked.

“Albert, I—” She…what? What was she going to say to him? How could she explain her flustered behavior? “Albert, I should…”

“Hannah, don’t talk. I need you to listen to what I have to say before I lose my nerve.”

They were standing by the gatepost, within arm’s reach but not touching. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. For an instant, she felt the jolt of his intense gaze. And then, before she could react, she got a face full of raindrops as another shower swept over them in a drenching wave.

Albert grabbed her hand. “Quick!” he said. “Into the truck!” He dashed across the yard, pulling her with him.

Hannah’s heart was suddenly pounding. He was holding her hand! She knew that it was wrong, but it was impossible to break free. Laughing, she threw caution to the wind and ran after him. She didn’t care about the rain, didn’t care who could be watching, didn’t care if she was breaking every rule she’d lived by for more than thirty years.