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 to the paradise beyond. With a faint smile, Andrew edged around the rock to the right and led her along with him. The path was little more than a goat trail. Stacia held tightly to Andrew's hand and pressed her free hand against the rock, gripping its smooth surface as best she could. Once around the corner, Andrew halted so abruptly she almost trod on his heels. She stood on her tiptoes and peered over his shoulder. A boulder lay ahead, as large as a small patio and perfectly flat. The sea lapped at its edges on two sides, occasionally throwing up spurts of water which dried the instant the liquid touched the surface of the warm rock. The large boulders formed a rock wall on the other two sides, sheltering the flat area from the wind.
