His hazel eyes were streaked with amber. Out here, the sun forced an intimacy with men’s eyes.
The nuclear guide looked over the Jeep’s windshield to the hours-away balloon. Vivienne opened the passenger door with her right hand behind her back, holding the camera in her left hand, stepping down, praying it was solid ground, and it was. He didn’t mind, or at least say anything. He looked ahead. Good. Excellent.
Vivienne walked backwards, not looking behind her, hoping she wasn’t backing into anything. The chances were slim. There was seriously nothing here, unless she walked two days backwards and hit one long snarly dwarf tree. She kept walking backwards hoping for the shot she had been feeling. She wanted the balloon like a mystery and the tiny stick people beside it to be in the right
