He understood and chuckled. "If I wasn't worried you'd think I was pathetic, would I have admitted I was wrong?"
Erin Lowell was flustered.
She was suddenly reminded of the first time she met him. He was a world away from how he was now. Back then, he'd seemed as distant as the horizon, utterly out of her reach.
A cold wind blew through the mountains. The night was desolate, the moon hidden after the rain.
Erin Lowell didn't reply. Her eyelashes were lowered, her thoughts unreadable.
The flashlight was in Zane Jennings's hand. She lifted her head, tilting her chin to gesture for him to shine it ahead.
She ordered him around so naturally. Zane Jennings raised an eyebrow slightly. In the pitch-black night, with thick fog obscuring the dark moon, no one could see the light sparkling in his eyes.
