Her mouth curved. "Where exactly would I go? It's not the weather for a stroll."

He gave her a look that communicated, very clearly, that they both knew nothing was beyond her. Which she had proven more than once.

Outside, the rain hit him immediately despite the poncho, finding every gap at collar and wrist. He moved to the far side of a second tree, giving her the same distance and privacy he'd promised himself he would give her. When he was done, he stood for a moment in the driving rain, ...