SARAH Cartwright made Amelie and Stone tea before stepping outside to gaze across the empty land over which Cole and his companion had travelled across. Her mind drifted to other things. Not for the first time, she dwelled on the moment when she had accidentally collided with the preacher. For only the fleeting of instances they pressed together, but in that brief blink of time she had felt the force of his form, sensed the strength of his arms, explored the hard flatness of his stomach. The sensation had thrilled her. It had been two years since she had buried thoughts of the episode that had almost cost her her marriage. She made promises both to herself and Lewis that it would never happen again. However, sweet memories often invaded her sleeping moments, and she knew it was folly to de
