Chapter 98

Camille stepped from the truck and studied the scene around her. The warm June air brushed the skin of her arms in the breeze, and the water was bubbling quietly in the deep blue creek.

“I do remember this place. It’s Bluestone Creek.”

Noah rounded the truck and halted. “You remembered the name?” Noah asked.

“Yeah, sometimes I can associate a name with a person or place. I don’t think there’s a rhyme or reason to the names that I remember.” She shrugged.

They made their way to the bank and she dipped to her knees. Raking her fingers through the brisk water, she had the urge to jump in.

“Did we swim here?” she asked.

“Once, accidentally. The water stays cool.”

“But we did?”

“We did.”

“What else did we do around here?”

He moved close and squatted beside her. “Back then, you were interested in anything outdoors. You tried to name the cows, but there were too many. You’d get frustrated when we had to move the herds and you’d lose track of the ones you’d befriended.”

She laughed. “What abo