When they finally dragged themselves out of bed, dinner was steak and salad, cooked on a small grill Nate had found outside. Nothing fancy, but it tasted great. Why did meat cooked on a BBQ always taste better?

They sat at the small table, the cabin lit by soft light now that evening had fallen. Outside, the island was dark except for the stars reflecting off the water. Quiet. Peaceful. Like the rest of the world didn't exist. And for now, it didn't. It was just them.

Prue pushed salad around ...