“Cicely reached out and lifted Amy’s chin. “I’d never stop telling you how pretty you are.”
A rustle in the distance told Amy the guys were on their way back to the site. “I guess I better get back to the guys. They probably think I’ve wondered away and gotten lost or something.”
Cicely nodded, then placed a warm hand on Amy’s face, holding her still with a loving gaze. “Don’t be so afraid of your impulses, Amy. You’d be surprised where they can take you.”
Amy ambled back to the campfire, still somehow feeling Cicely’s hand on her cheek as she sat and stared at the sun tucking itself behind a faraway mountain range. Don’t be afraid of your impulses. You’d be surprised where they can take you…"
