Bree hadn't meant to follow Trent outside--not exactly anyway. She'd seen him leave but hadn't realized he'd stepped outside for a breath of fresh air in the same place she had until after she was halfway out the door. It would be strange to walk away from him. It seemed strange to walk toward him, too, though. But her feet were headed in that direction before she had a chance to stop them.
The night was chilly, which was to be expected in the mountains in December; she wished she’d thought to grab her coat. It wasn't snowing, but the wind was stirring up ice crystals from the ground. The stars twinkling in the heavens were spectacular. This was exactly what she'd been looking for when she came out here. Peace, quiet, beauty, and a wonderful man. She had just hoped somehow that's what Jas
