Clint had moved on a dozen paces through the buffeting wind atop Cape Tripiti when he realized that Nika was no longer beside him. He turned and saw her rooted in place with her strong eyebrows indicating a furrow of concentration hidden beneath the brim of the Santa hat.
He backtracked to her, but she didn’t seem to notice. He might as well be made of transparent glass for all of the attention she was paying him, though he stood right in front of her.
Happy-ever-after dreams were written all over him, huh? He didn’t think they were, but if he considered the woman in front of him, maybe he understood why she thought that. Something about being right a hundred percent.
That intense concentration didn’t break.
He reached out to brush a finger along her cheek.
“Don’t do that!” Nika slapp
