Escape the overwhelming worry and fear, even if for only a few moments. But in the end, even Tristan couldn’t transport her. Their kiss eased from the powerful need she was already coming to crave to something quieter and yet perhaps even more compelling in the way it nurtured something else inside her. And that something was hope. When he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, she said, “We’re going to live.” He nodded. “I’m going to be drinking mai tais in that pool bar in Aruba with the cold of these mountains as nothing but a memory.” He nodded again, then took her hand and drew her with him as he walked across the main room and through the bedroom door. The cabin was beautifully decorated with a woman’s touch. It might be rustic, but it was rustic chic. The bed looked hand carved with a detailed motif of all different types of animals, and the comfortable-looking pillows and bedding were in rust and brown tones.
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