Now that I understand. Shane let his gaze linger on Becky. Too well because mine still belongs to you.
Their conversation dwindled, but the silence was as pleasant as their discussion. Perhaps more so because it allowed him to focus on Becky and not on the bride and groom. He’d always liked that about her, that she was content to enjoy the peace and didn’t feel the need to fill every moment of the day with meaningless chatter. The rejuvenating sense that they were in tune returned, and Shane let out a contented sigh even as a tiny voice in the back of his mind worried that reconnecting with his home—with Becky—had so far been too easy.
It’s too beautiful a day to think like that, he told himself.
The site for the wedding ceremony was at the end of the trail beside the tiny and aptly nam
