River made a mental note: from now on, he’d be more attentive on his own—no more waiting for Serenity’s hints.
“Sit a little longer,” he urged. “The breeze will help. Once you’re still, it won’t feel as hot.”
Romina kept gazing at the scenery, then glanced at him. “River, do your elders like me?”
“Of course,” River said with a smile. “They adore you. My family’s feelings are genuine—if they like someone, they really do. They don’t pretend and then gossip behind your back.
“And honestly, there’s nothing not to like about you. You’re exceptional. Yesterday Grandma and my mom scolded me nonstop, saying I’m lucky you took in an older single man like me.”
Romina laughed softly.
The old lady and the others had indeed teased River, saying he was thirty-one and nearly past his prime, and thanking Romina for rescuing him from lifelong bachelorhood.