She moved carefully as she followed Andrew through a narrow archway and out onto the stone steps leading to the rocks below. She didn't want to fall, didn't want there to be a reason for Andrew to hold her in his arms again. A huge boulder stood at the foot of the steps, a monolith standing guard...
Peter had asked the impossible. Jann tried to relax against the green velvet covers of the plush upholstered chair. It was a stupid sort of fabric for Hawaii, a cold weather sort of fabric, a Boston sort of fabric. Perhaps that's why Peter had chosen this particular restaurant. It was supposed to...