He squeezed Mason’s knee. “We’re almost there.”
* * * *
“Are you sure this is all right?” Mason asked, glancing around the deserted beach. After lunch, John had driven them to a dirt covered, rarely used parking lot. Then they’d done a bit of walking on a trail to this spot. The view of the Pacific from this spot was spectacular. “No one will see?”
John eyed Mason, whose cheeks were just tinged a bit pink. His green eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. He turned and laid out the blanket, covering a good patch of sand. “No one’s around. Many don’t even know of this particular spot.”
“You know about it, so there must be others.”
“True, but the odds of them coming upon it just as we’re having some fun are pretty small. Come, Mason, where is your sense of adventure? You’re not embarrassed are you?”