Closed in a tent on the side of a mountain during a storm. With her son asleep only a few feet away. Not that they'd done anything really improper, but she'd come close to getting swept away by her feelings. Bram's words about the rain rushing down the mountain trail in a torrent echoed in her head. She repeated them aloud as she freed herself. "It doesn't do to get swept away." He let her go without a fuss. Easing back so he was sitting once again on his own sleeping bag, he said, "Why not?" Flustered, she gestured at Davis, still sleeping peacefully. Bram grinned at her. "So if we're alone, it's okay?" "No! What I mean is--" She paused, unsure of what she actually did mean. "Took me by surprise, too," he admitted. She wondered if he meant her admittedly ardent response or that he'd been in danger of getting swept away, too. "I don't usually--" she began, then hesitated. Kiss strange men? Bram wasn't exactly a stranger.
