pasts. No jealousies. They were alone, together.

She was reclining against his chest, nested between his legs, her dress draped over them like a coverlet.

He’d given her his tuxedo jacket to shield her bare shoulders from the chill. He felt a peace deep in his

bones. When he’d left Signal Bend, he’d thought never to know peace again.

He looked down at her. “Can this be our place now?” He asked quietly, knowing that she might think he

was intruding on something that was only hers. So little of her life was only hers.

She tipped her head up on his chest and smiled at him. “It already is.”

THE END