"I don't think you did anything wrong."
The old saying, "When you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head," was what had held her back. It made her cautious, so she hadn't done anything to Leo Holt. Zane had simply done for her what she'd wanted to do all along.
A cold wind blew through the mountains. Gust after gust of the cool night air swept by.
The wisps of hair at her forehead fluttered gently.
All at once, Zane Jennings was struck by a sudden urge to break into her world, to be the one to shelter and protect her.
He felt like a man standing in the rain with an umbrella, his gaze fixed on her and her alone.
After she spoke, Erin Lowell turned and headed inside.
There weren't many people eating inside, just a few groups scattered across three or four tables. She walked over and picked up two meal trays. As she turned, Zane Jennings came over.
He knew it wasn't ideal for her, so he took the trays from her hands. "I'll take them."
