Nine
ADRIANA STEPPED OUT into the clearing by the stream. She had walked straight through the woods, once again searching for Morgan. But she saw no signs of him.
He was not here at the stream either. She looked around. Was there anything that might point her toward where he had gone? Standing by the water, she scanned the trees for some sign of a path, of anything at all.
She couldn’t bear yet another sleepless night filled not only with visions of Morgan’s eyes, but of the rest of his body as well. She had to find him. She had to speak with him. She could not rest until she knew more about this mysterious man. She also needed to get her sketchbook back, and that, she recognized, was her best excuse to seek him out.
As she wandered about the river bank, a sudden shout and a crash caug
