Which promptly growled like a bear waking up from hibernation.

We both lost it, the romantic moment was ruined. I laid my head on his shoulder as the pressure of the day finally broke free. "I think I need a burger," I said into his chest.

"Let's find one." He set me back on my feet, and we walked down the trail to the motorcycle. I kept my hand in mine, not wanting to lose contact with his skin. It was like I was afraid he would leave me if I let him go.

We drove back to French Island, south of the airport. I had verified with Alpha Clark...