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His silence was long. “No, Kayla. I don’t have time to miss it.”

“If you did have time, would you?”

Again the silence was long. And then, almost reluctantly, he said, “Yeah, I guess I would. Blossom Valley was the place of perfect summer, wasn’t it?”

The longing was poignant between them.

“I can’t remember the last time I looked at the stars like this,” she murmured. But she thought it was probably in those carefree days, those days before everything had changed.

“Me, either.”

It was one of those absolutely spontaneous perfect moments. With the pure scent of the dew on the grass and the night air and those flowers drooping under their own weight that had made the night so deliciously fragrant.

“Is that Orion above us?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “the Hunter.”

“I remember how you impressed me once by naming all the stars in that constellation.”

She laughed softly. “Zeta, Epsilon, Delta. That’s his belt.”

“Go on.”

So she did, naming the stars of the constellation one by one, and then they lay in silence, contemplating the night sky above them.

He didn’t answer. He just reached out and slid a hand through her hair, and looked at her with such longing it stole the breath from her lungs.

The air felt ripe with possibilities. Kayla, again, felt seen, somehow, in a way no one had seen her for years.