77Becca lost track of time, as she drew and shaded the flowers, their heads sometimes dancing in the soft breeze. She hadn't noticed when Beau disappeared, nor that he was now exiting the mesquite grove and heading toward her. It wasn't until the dog yipped that she looked up and froze.
He stood, ignoring the animal that danced at his feet. Becca faced him for a moment, heart racing, and then went back to her drawing. Perhaps if she ignored him, he would leave. His expensive shoes crunched on bits of stone and twigs as he approached. He surprised her when he plopped into a patch of grass and wrapped his arms around his knees.
“What is it you want, Rebecca?” He blinked.
Becca stared at her drawing, her hand mechanically adjusting the green color on the prickly pear, adding depth to the t
