Arthur was about to throw out another question when his eyes snagged on a familiar figure strolling casually in the distance.

Valerie.

Her stride had that effortless grace, nothing like someone out for a workout—even though she was technically on the jogging track. A few people scattered around the park couldn’t help but glance her way. Some guys straight up stared, their interest obvious, while a couple even looked bold enough to try approaching her, probably fishing for her number. ...