CHAPTER TWENTY
Keira and Shane lost themselves in the music. They danced like it was their last night on earth.
“Would you like some wine?” Shane asked.
But Keira shook her head. She didn’t want fuzzy memories of this evening. She wanted to remember every second in sharp clarity. Plus, she was drunk enough on love as it was.
“I do want a picture though,” Keira said.
She’d been so busy taking pictures of signs of strange town names and sheep’s behinds she realized she hadn’t taken any photographs of the things that mattered, like Shane, and Orin, and William. That’s what she wanted to preserve from her time here, the people, their faces, not a bunch of comical photographs.
“Here,” Shane said, taking her camera. He tapped the man dancing next to him on the shoulder. “Could you take a p
