It was still strange to feel so free. Here they didn’t have to hide who they were or what they mean to each other, and while it was nice and exciting, it was also a little frightening, as the unknown always is.

The moment for confessions passed, and Natasha nodded her head at his question. “I think if I sit still for much longer I may fall asleep right here at the table,” she joked, something that she did more than people gave her credit for. Usually her humour was dry, her quips told in such a flat tone that people missed them completely. “A walk would do us both some good.”

Rising from the table, she hooked her purse over one shoulder and reached for Clint’s hand. “We should thank your friend for his hospitality before we go.”