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should start a fire.”
    “I agree.” Vincent got up, too. The movement was too quick for his aching body though and his muscles tightened, sending a sharp pain shooting through his calf. He flexed his leg in an effort to work out the kinks and then stumbled forward, leading the way. “You did pretty well back there,” he started, wanting to fill the silence.
    “I had no idea what I was doing. I’m lucky he didn’t hurt me anymore than he did.”
    “You trained with Preston, right?” he asked without thinking.
    She froze for a moment and stared down at her feet before continuing on. “A little. Things didn’t start to get really bad until after he passed. We mostly went riding or running together,” she answered quietly.
    “Well, that explains your endurance. There have been a few times I’ve been afraid I would keel over. I’m not sure how you do it,” he said, desperately trying to change the topic. They’d finally begun to really get along. The last thing he wanted was for her to clam up again.
    “Adrenaline. If you were faced with a life of being a breeder, you’d run like hell, too. Besides, I like running,” she whispered.
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s freeing, especially when you’re out in the wilderness like this. The air is fresh and you’re surrounded by wildlife.” She paused as they came to a clearing.
    “You’d make a good werewolf. I can’t even begin to describe the high you get when you run as a wolf. It’s exhilarating. Your perception of the forest changes; everything is more vivid—louder and brighter.”
    “That does sound nice. Too bad werewolves are born, not made. I could totally see letting myself be turned.”
    “If it were that easy, I’d bite you in a heartbeat.” Wow! That sounded stupid even to me. I need to put some sort of filter on.
    Sarah laughed and looked at him with one brow lifted in question.
    “That came out differently than it sounded in my head,” he acknowledged as heat engulfed his face.
    Sarah smiled as she slowed down and took in their surroundings. “This would be a good spot to camp.”
    Vincent looked around, too. She was right this was a good spot. The ground was flat and large trees completely surrounded them. A rock to their right would be good shelter from the winds. And he could hear the rustling of water not too far off in the distance. Now, the only question was would it be safe.
    He narrowed his eyes, listening intently to their surroundings. The leaves rustled in the wind. A few forest animals chirped in the distance. He inhaled sharply. “I don’t sense anything other than natural wildlife.”
    “Good. We’ll camp on the other side of these rocks.”
    ***
    S arah pulled the blanket up under her chin and shifted closer to Vincent. Her clothes were damp, and she was shivering uncontrollably, despite the two thick blankets covering them. Thankfully, the backpack had kept most of the moisture from the blankets. It made sense to have a waterproof backpack while camping. She was just thankful it worked.
    Vincent slowly—almost nervously—reached out and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.
    Her head rested on his shoulder, and his hand moved up and down her arm. Heat radiated off his body in waves and she snuggled impossibly closer. Gosh does he feel good. It was more than just warmth though. It felt good to be curled up against his body. She bit her lip, hating that she felt that way. They were...well she didn’t know what they were, but in this situation it would be easy to complicate things. And mixed emotions and confused feelings were the last things they needed.
    Instead of focusing on Vincent, she chose to focus on the night sky. The  air was cold—cool enough to see tiny white puffs with each breath she drew.
    She looked up at the bright white stars and relaxed. Crickets chirped around them and she could hear the steady thrum of Vincent’s heart, a comforting sound she could fall asleep to.
    “Are you warm enough?”