Rayna stepped onto her balcony and lifted her face to the warm February sunlight. The wind chimes tinkled softly in a gentle breeze that carried the scent of blooming desert foliage and the promise of an early spring. As she gazed out across the rooftops to the majestic heights of the Catalina Mountains, which stood in stark relief against a cobalt blue sky, her throat tightened and her eyes misted with tears. It had been difficult, more difficult than she could have imagined, but after many sleepless nights and much soul-searching, she had come to terms with the fact that, if she were to realize her dream of being with Tyler, she must leave her home, her career, her wonderful friends, and the life she had carved out for herself in Tucson. It would not be easy. The idea of going back to So
