Chapter 88- Misted Home

Sage picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking his head while Landon was still unconscious on his shoulder. By then, his smell and the sight of him were etched in Sophie's mind. She found herself always aware of him; her senses automatically kept track of him, as if she were afraid he would disappear from her view. In such close proximity, she could not help but notice his every move, breath, and heartbeat. This man was breathtaking; there was no doubt about that, even with his silly shoes. Still, he was sexy and, above all, so enticingly hot.

By then, she had to admit a certain awareness of and fondness for him. Even now, in the proximate safety of strange lands and the road less traveled, she doesn't trust herself quite enough—not to daydream about him. His kisses, his lips on her—she shook her head. He looks rather edible, really, or was it her tummy talking? She thought to herself.

However, Sage's eyes were constantly scanning the flat tree line and unshaped hills, and even a