Twelve
As always, Oberon bounded on ahead. Morgan heard him give a little bark, warning him there was someone by the stream. But who could be there?
Morgan’s heart gave a little leap at the thought that it might be Adriana. He had been hoping she would come back to visit him again.
He looked out from between the trees. It was her! All of the pent–up tension in his body disappeared at the sight of her. Morgan moved a step closer to her into the clearing.
Her auburn hair glinted in the sunlight as she sat on the ground facing the stream, a pretty straw bonnet on the ground to her left. Oberon was sniffing at something in the grass to her right.
“No, puppy,” Adriana laughed, pushing Oberon’s nose away. She gave his jaw a rub to move him away from whatever it was he’d been smelling, and t
