HAZEL
I saw it in the way his attention moved.
Eric stood at the edge of the training grounds that afternoon, talking to two other senior warriors about the next rotation of the border patrol. Sherry walked across the field on her way back towards the main house, a water bottle in her hand, her damp hair still curling. She didn't glance his way, didn't have to.
Eric's breath caught, half a second. He watched her walk past the edge of the training field, then, as quickly as a heartbeat, he focused his eyes on the men in front of him. Most men would have missed a moment like that. I didn't. He was staring at her like a yearning man.
It was not the first time.
Earlier in the kitchen, he had gone quiet while her voice carried from the hallway. At the midday meal he had chosen a seat with
