INDY LAY AWAKE on her camp bed, watching the leaves cast shadowy ripples in the moonlight across the ceiling of her tent. Waiting. Hoping. Everyone else had retired to bed half an hour ago. Would Finn fulfill his promise and come to her tonight?
They’d hardly spoken all day, both of them busy with work. And while Indy hadn’t been actively avoiding him, she was terrified that people would see her response every time he came near. That they’d see the way she lit up when he was around. But the promise in his eyes this morning had kept her going all day. She could get through not speaking to him for all the long, daylight hours, as long as she had the guarantee of spending another delicious night with him.
But Finn had seemed distracted all evening, and she wondered what was going on in his
