“I’ll call you when I get there. I promise,” Garin said and leaned down, kissing Willow. They had been saying goodbye for nearly ten minutes, neither ready to let the other one go, worried the illusion might shatter as soon as they were out of sight.

“Okay, I’ll be at work, but we shouldn’t be busy now that the tourists are finally leaving,” she replied, not wanting to get back to her real life. They had spent almost two days sequestered in the cabin alone. She had told ...