Taking hold of her hand, Annika led Charlee into a stone-sheltered recess. The violet-tinted hue of dawn filtered into the cozy niche. Annika's hands slid into Charlee's coppery curls and drew her lips close. For a long moment they hovered there as their gazes danced together. Then Annika pressed her mouth softly against Charlee's, drinking in its sweetness, slowly at first, then more urgently. Annika supported her as they slowly slid to their knees,...