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just walk for a few miles? You know, just enjoy nature,” I finally suggest.
    “Yes, let’s do that.” He grabs my hand, and we begin to walk the trail.
    We don’t say anything. I’m still in shock that he is holding my hand. They’re rough, and when he runs his thumb over my knuckles, it sends a tingle through me.
    “Hudson,” I clear my throat. “Is there a reason you didn’t want to run the trail? I mean you seem pretty fit.”
    “Well, I worked out with a couple of buddies last night and overdid it a little. Besides that, I can’t enjoy your company if you’re running laps around me.” He winks, and my heart skips a beat.
    “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have done something else.”
    “Nah, I like this, but just not running. Do you want me to carry the backpack?”
    I adjust the strap and shake my head. “No, I like the weight.”
    We walk further up the trail, in silence. I love the sounds of nature, especially in the spring. The squirrels are hopping from limb to limb. The birds are chirping loudly. It’s so peaceful.
    Hudson is still holding my hand, but I realize that he’s limping a bit. I don’t want him to be in pain because of me.
    “Hey, want to take a break and have a little lunch?”
    “You have lunch in there.”
    “Sort of,” I say. I let go of his hand and shrug off the pack. I pull out a blanket that I had packed and unroll it on the ground. I sit down, grab two bottles of water, and a couple of the granola bars. I notice that Hudson is still standing.
    “What?”
    “I was just waiting for you to pull something else out of your magic bag, Hermione.”
    I throw my head back and laugh at his Harry Potter reference, as he sits down next to me.
    “I didn’t peg you to read Harry Potter.” I bump his shoulder, handing the items to him.
    “Don’t be too impressed. I saw the movies, I didn’t read the books.”
    “Well, I haven’t seen the movies, but I read all the books. So, I guess we're even.”
    “You don’t watch TV a whole lot, do you?”
    I shake my head. “Just the news, every once in a while. I mainly read books. I guess I sound like a nerd.” I hang my head, picking at my granola bar.
    “Nope, TV is overrated. You know,” he shifts next to me, “I never asked if you play any sports in school?”
    I giggle. “Absolutely not. I have no coordination at all. I’m surprised I made it this far in my life without breaking a bone.”
    He slightly chuckles next to me. “Um, you watch any professional sports?”
    I shake my head. “I think professional athletes are way overpaid. They think of themselves as celebrities, and they should be thinking about all the kids that look up to them.”
    “I don’t think all professional athletes are like that,” he says quietly.
    “Well, from what I see they are. Just another reason why I don’t watch them.”
    We were quiet for a moment, and when I look over at Hudson, he almost looks sad.
    “Hey, I never asked you what your major was in college?” I try to sound cheerful. I’m sure I offended him in some way. I bet anything that he is a raging sports fan.
    “I majored in architecture.”
    “Oh, you’re an architect!” I finally figure out what he does. It‘s like a lightbulb going off. It all makes sense. Downtown Portland has been constructing new buildings all over the place. That must be where he works and knew about Jim’s because it’s all right there.
    “Well, I guess you could call me that. I haven’t designed my own building or anything.”
    “Don’t worry I’m sure you will soon enough.” I rub his back. I didn’t even realize that I’m soothing him, until he smiles at me. Immediately, I drop my hand, and I feel my neck get red. “Um, ready to head back? I figure by the time we get back we will have about five miles in.”
    “Sure, why not?” He stands, holding his hand out for me. I take it as he pulls me up.
    I turn to get the blanket, when my foot gets caught on a small rock, and I