Samantha licked at a stick they'll on the tip of her forefinger, cleaning away a lingering trace of sugar and cinnamon from a roll she had eaten for breakfast. She had never before gone on a picnic for breakfast. She glanced at the man lying on the quilt beside her, smiling when she thought of several other things she had never done before last night.

Donovan smiled, his dark flipping with understanding.

"You look like a kitten that has just polished off a dish of cream.' '

She stretched her arms toward the sky, reaching for the thick white clouds rolling above the stone moon pack. She felt like a...