“Hello there,” he drawled, grin sharp as a hook. “I’m Muir.”
The name meant nothing, but it landed in my chest like a warning bell. He crouched on the black rock at the spring’s edge, eyes bright with the kind of amusement predators have right before they pounce.
I made myself lift my chin. “Want a medal for introducing yourself, or is sneaking up on girls your hobby?”
He laughed softly. “Oh, I like you already. Sharp tongue. Soft eyes. Delicious combination.”
“Step back,” I said, shifting until the stone wall was at my shoulder. “I don’t know who you think you are—”
“Didn’t I just tell you?” He tipped his head, as if the world existed to entertain him. “Muir. Remember it. You’ll be seeing more of me.”
My stomach tightened. “What do you want?”
His smile thinned. “To see what an old
