Low Country Liar
Her attention shifted to the body of water glistening ahead of her in the twilight. The White Point Garden was located virtually on the tip of the peninsula of Old Charleston. Lisa's steps faltered, slowing almost to a stop as she stared at the water.
The surface was smooth and reflecting, giving no indication of the current flowing underneath. It reminded her of Slade. She had no idea what was going on inside his mind.
"The Ashley River," Slade quietly identified the body of water. "This is where the Ashley and the Cooper rivers flow together to form the Atlantic Ocean," he explained, voicing the whimsical tongue-in-cheek claim of the Charlestonians.
"I'm not interested in a geography lesson," Lisa returned impatiently. She turned to face him, tipping her head back slightly to see his features. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"How do I know I can trust you?" he countered.
"That's not an answer."
"The answer is we would have to trust each other."
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