Across the campfire, Angus stared into Annas eyes, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as though he entertained private thoughts. Anna wondered if they were anything like her own thoughts, and she figured it was a good bet that they were.
All evening, from dinner onward, theyd stolen an odd moment here and there, a lingering look, a casual touch, but from where Anna sat, she felt the heat intensifying. A glance to her left showed that her mother was watching the pair intently, so Anna stalked moodily back to the snack table.
Anna, can I make another smore?
Mildly surprised, Anna looked down to see Ariel peering up at her, her nose pink from being outside in the sun all afternoon.
If your mom says its okay, its fine with me, she told the little girl.
Mom, please?
Janine Hilliard smiled indulgently. Alright, one more, and thats it, she told her daughter.
Yippee! Ariel shouted, jumping up and down.