Later, after arriving on top of a flat knoll and tying the horses beneath an isolated stand of hemlocks, they sat should-to-shoulder before a crackling campfire, sipping hot spiced cider. "Having a good time?" Zack asked, shielding his arm around her and drawing her close. "Hmm. Wonderful." She paused, then turned to stare into his handsome face. The firelight flicered, illuminating each angle and plane, making him look so alive and vibrant. "I could hardly wait to bring you here," he said huskily. "It's beautiful." Tipping her head ack, she gazed up into the dark heavens. The constellations Zack had pointed out their first night of stargazing sparkled like tiny fireflies. "Maybe this is what I've needed all along, Zack. Maybe there's magic out here." She paused to sort out her feelings. "All I know for sure is that I'm finally beginning to heal." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I hope so." The tenderness in his voice was unmistakable. "I hope so for both you and Kim."