“You can rinse off now.”
“Thank you.”
She knelt beside the creek and immersed her arm in the cold water. He stood behind her, watching her bent head, her blonde hair fanning out like a fringe of falling rain, and his emotions surprised him.
“Do you need a rest?” Logan asked.
“No,” she said standing up. “I’m okay.”
“It will be warmer up on top, so if you can stand another hour, we’ll lunch there.”
“Lead on.”
Logan was impressed by her physical stamina. He had expected this city girl to whine and complain the whole way, and then have a hissy fit about a broken nail.
At the top of the ridge, though the trees were just as dense, it was lighter and warmer. Just behind a row of trees, sunlight shone powerfully, too powerful for the depth of the woods they were in.
They sat to eat lunch,
