Chapter 4

Relief flooded through me. So I was right about him. I leaned back against him and his strong arms held me close. Quietly, I admitted, “I thought you meant something else. I thought you meant—”

He laughed, dispelling the sudden tension between us. “Oh God, no.”

I looked over my shoulder again and right into his eyes, twin pools reflecting the lantern and my own image back at me. When I smiled, his hands dared to slip lower, and he cupped the buckle of my belt, his fingers brushing along the zipper of my pants. Giving me a light squeeze, he let go and stepped back. Hold me again, I wanted to tell him. Don’t let go this time. But I didn’t. “I need to get changed,” he told me as he began to unzip my field jacket.