Dawn broke brightly over the tent. Willow squinted against the glare. She looked over and realized that she was pressed against Garin’s back. They must have moved together sometime during the night as if attached by a magnetic force.

Part of her didn’t want to leave. There was something fragile and tenuous between them here. Their families didn’t seem to matter. Who and what they were didn’t matter? It was just them. The few minutes she had spent alone with him had been more ...