Chapter 15: TrustDarkness had fallen over the landscape by the time we walked back towards the encampment, Conal's arm draped around my back, the picnic basket in his other hand.
I groaned, the heat of a blush suffusing my cheeks.
“What's up?” Conal questioned, dropping a kiss on the top of my head.
“I forgot all about Nissa and the others.”
I couldn't see Conal's face, but I heard the smile in his voice. “Relax, Sugar. Once I met up with you, they went back to the camp. Nobody's any the wiser.”
“I bet Ripley is,” I muttered.
“I'm sure he tuned out as soon as he figured out what we were doing up there,” Conal suggested. “Just like the spirits said they would.”
The blush grew. “I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even shut them away.”
Conal chuckled. “Charlotte, don't worry a
