Chapter 36

I silently say a prayer of thanks for this storm. I’ve never been so grateful to be stranded at the top of a mountain facing a merciless Mother Nature. Without this lookout, I can say with complete certainty Callahan and I would still be hiding our cards.

We wouldn’t have had that kiss or be wrapped up in each other’s arms in this twin bed, gripping one another like we’re trying to hold onto a dream we could wake from at any moment.

With my head on his chest, he sinks his hands into my hair and runs his fingers through the strands. Like he did in Oregon, because he knows what it does to me. Callahan knows it’s my favorite. He presses his lips to my temple, and my weary eyelids flutter closed.

The last thing I hear before falling asleep is his gruff, hushed voice. “God, I missed you.”