"Zane awakened them both early. By the time Chase stirred, he had both their tents down and was on his third cup of coffee. Phoebe had promised she could act completely normal, but looking at her from across the fire, he wasn't so sure. There was no way anyone could see her dreamy expression and not know something was different. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "What? You keep looking at me. I know my makeup can't be smudged. I'm not wearing any." It didn't matter; she was still beautiful. "You look different," he told her. "Satisfied?" Color flared on her cheeks. "You're only saying that because you know the truth." "Uh-huh." He doubted that, but maybe she was right. Or maybe the weather would be enough of a distraction to keep everyone from figuring out the truth. "How long is it going to rain?" she asked as she fingered a pole holding up the canvas sheet they put up to protect the fire and the seating area around it. "It sure got cold and damp in a hurry." Zane shrugged. "No way to tell. The storm is supposed to hang around for a few days, but maybe it will blow over." He hoped it would. Traveling in the rain wouldn't be fun for anyone. And he couldn't simply turn them around, head to the ranch and be there in time for lunch. They were at the farthest point from his house. It was a full two-day ride back. Phoebe finished her coffee. "I'm going to check and see if my things are dry," she said as she stood. He nodded, then watched her go. Cookie had started a second campfire on the far side of camp. Phoebe's clothes and sleeping bag were getting a dose of smoky warm air in an attempt to get them dry before they headed out. Zane knew the old man wouldn't tease Phoebe. Instead he would save his comments for Zane." --