Chapter Twenty-Eight.
Safron stood on top of a large rock looking out over a winding river, taking in the gorgeous scenery. It had been an effort to walk the hike, and she got the feeling Leon was going at a snail's pace for him, so that she didn’t feel quite so much of a hinderance. But the view was worth it. A sense of peace washed over her, something she was beginning to experience more and more, the longer she spent in the company of the special forces soldier. Despite the awkwardness after the accidental touch playing the silly childhood game, Safron still managed to feel safer than she had in what felt like forever.
Leon sat on a huge boulder, looking out at the scenery, when, out of the blue, he felt Safron join him. They were inches apart; an accidental touch was more probable
