Owen hauled a large, thick pack out of the supply tent and plopped it on the ground beside Claire"s chair. She looked up from checking her list and watched him kneel beside it to undo the straps. As he rummaged around, pulling out hand-held lanterns and zip-lock bags of extra batteries, she felt a tiny smile come to her face. In many ways he reminded her of the Noah she had known and loved ten years ago: a man who had stolen her heart with a smooth Scottish brogue and gleaming, blue eyes. And that was precisely why she"d felt antagonistic toward Owen in the beginning. After all, he had that melodic voice and eyes a woman could drown in. Already, she was up to her neck and treading water with him.
Yet, she couldn"t help feeling tugged toward him and the indelible scars he hid behind a no-w
