"Zane liked her. At least Chase thought he did, and she was gone enough on the man to be willing to accept the gospel truth from a seventeen-year-old. That being the case, when she walked into the clearing before dinner and saw Zane sitting in a camp chair with an empty seat so conveniently next to him, she gathered her courage and walked straight toward it. "Hi," she said as she sat next to him. Zane nodded. Trying not to be discouraged--just because she knew he liked her didn't mean that he knew she knew--she offered a bright smile. "Things went well today." "Uh-huh." Okay, so maybe Chase was right. Maybe Zane wasn't that great around women. Maybe he was shy. She squirmed slightly, not sure she could reconcile "shy" with the intense passion she'd felt during their kisses. But if not shy, then what? Uninterested in her was the most logical explanation, but she didn't want to go there."