Chapter 8
Dakota
In the chaos of music, bonfires, and milling people, he stood for a moment completely separate. Kenna was immediately pulled away on some errand or pressing matter, leaving him to his own devices. He stood next to a log, set up for seating, and scanned the crowd for Sam.
Minutes passed, but Dakota could not find him. He began to think he was being stood up when a callused hand slid onto his own and lifted it up. When he turned, Sam brought the hand up to his mouth and kissed one of the fingers, as though Dakota were wearing a ring. Like a subject greeting royalty. Dakota tried not to blush. “You’re late,” he pointed out.
Sam moved into view. He wore a simple collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, under a vest. No tie, and the top was unbuttoned. Though he tried not
