When the visibility was too poor to fly and the temperature too cold to travel by boat, she’d pitted her skills against all the men skeet shooting—and won, thanks to a lifetime of target practice with her family. After a lot of ribbing and jokes, she proved that nobody should mess with a Tennessee girl with a gun in her hands. Yesterday Dylan had taken her and Colt both to tour an old abandoned mining town and showed them how to pan for gold. With every dip of the pan in the water and every smile Dylan gave her, she fell more deeply in love. Despite the cold and the snow, it was a great day, one she didn’t want to end. Which is why she’d broken her rule and joined Dylan at bedtime when he went to tuck in his son and listen to the night’s story. As of last night when she’d downloaded and backed up her pictures for safekeeping, she’d noted that during her three weeks in Alaska, she’d taken nearly six thousand photos. Her favorites? Those of Dylan, Colt. She had been surprised when Dylan had asked her to take photos of Colt but she supposed she shouldn’t have been.
