Allen Morgan felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up his neck as he realized his hesitation. He quickly picked up his pace, catching up to her as they finally stepped off the wooden planks and onto the far bank of the lake.
Christian Hobbs found a smooth, weather-worn stone near the water's edge and sat down, letting her legs dangle. In the silver glow of the moon, her profile looked as though it had been sculpted from marble—perfect, distant, and hauntingly beautiful.
"I never realized," she murmured, her voice carrying softly over the water, "that the view of the other side could be so breathtaking from here."
"Have you ever heard the story about watching the flowers from across the river?" Allen asked with a low, thoughtful chuckle.
Christian shook her head, turning her curious,
