“I hope you weren’t too bored.” Adrianna closed her laptop and put it away in her bag.

“What? Nah, I’m fine,” Astrid replied. “Thanks for letting me hang out. And I never knew the restaurant industry was so … uh …”

“Dry?” Adrianna finished with a smile. “Tedious? Dull?”

She laughed. “Okay fine, I did find myself drifting off a couple of times.” When she woke up that morning, she really didn’t know what she was supposed to do today. There was nothing else to do at the resort but ski, which she hadn’t done since she was a kid.

So, instead of staying in her room bored out of her mind, she asked Adrianna if she could tag along with her during the conference. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was just one long and boring talk after another.

Still, she probably would have gone stir crazy inside her room all day, especially after last night. I can’t believe I almost told him about that incident. It seemed like a long time ago, but the memory of it still made her cringe. Good thing it was only Deedee who witnessed her embarrassment.

“So, did you want to have dinner later?” Adrianna asked as they left the meeting room. “I did set up a few one-on-one meetings before five, but we could meet at the restaurant, say around six?”

“Sure.” Not that she had plans. And since Zac had left that morning, she should be sticking to Adrianna, at least until they were back in New York. “How about—”

“Miss Anderson!”

They both turned around at the sound of the voice. “Keith?” Adrianna said as the Lycan guard approached them.

Keith Johnson had a scowl on his face, which only deepened when he spoke. “There’s been an accident on the slopes. Please come with me.”

“Is it Isabelle?” The panic in Adrianna’s voice was evident. “Oh God, is it the mages?”

He shook his head. “No, Miss Anderson. She’s all right. It’s Mr. Vrost.”

“Zac?” Astrid couldn’t stop herself. “What happened? Tell us right now!”

“Mr. Vrost and Miss Anderson were out on the slopes, apparently,” he began. “And there was an avalanche. Miss Anderson made it down, but no one’s heard from Mr. Vrost since.”

Her heart stopped for a second as she listened to Keith relay the story, and then began to pound against her chest. Oh God.

“But Zac was supposed to go home this morning,” Adrianna said. “I don’t understand.”

“He cancelled his flight,” Keith answered. “Anyway, we should go to the resort manager’s office. Miss Anderson is there.”

Astrid’s entire body felt numb. All she could think about was Zac, buried under a ton of snow. His Lycan body would allow him to survive for a few hours in the cold, but they weren’t invincible. Without shelter, he could still freeze to death if the temperatures went down enough.

“Astrid? Astrid?” Adrianna’s face was grave with concern. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m … Zac, he …” She swallowed the lump growing in her throat. Her head was spinning, but she needed to stay calm. “Let’s go find out more.”

Keith led them to the manager’s office, where Isabelle was already sitting down in one of the chairs, sobbing uncontrollably. “Adrianna!” She jumped up and ran to her sister. Adrianna enveloped her in a hug, whispering soothing words in her ear.

“Now,” Adrianna began as she led Isabelle back to her chair. “Explain what happened.”

As Isabelle told the story of what happened that morning between tears and sobs, Astrid listened intently. According to the younger woman, they had been out on one last run on the double black diamond course when the storm started picking up, then she heard the rumblings of the avalanche. She thought Zac was just behind her and she barely escaped the deluge of snow that had covered nearly half of the course.

“I swear, he wasn’t far behind,” Isabelle cried. “I just thought …”

Astrid’s inner wolf howled in anger and fear. Stupid, selfish Isabelle! But there was no time for blaming now. With each minute that Zac was out there, his chances of surviving were getting smaller and smaller.

“We have all the ski patrol and rescue workers out there looking for him and other survivors,” the resort manager said. “We’re doing our best.”

Astrid looked out the window. It had grown darker in the last couple of minutes and the snow was not letting up. Their best wasn’t good enough. She pulled Adrianna aside. “Call your dad. And my dad too.”

“I’m already on it.” Adrianna held up her phone.

“Good.” She turned and headed out the door.

“Wait, Astrid, where are you going?”

“I’m going to try and find him.”

“What?” Adrianna grabbed her arm. “Are you crazy? You could get lost too!”

“I can’t just let him …. I mean, if he …” She bit her lip, trying to swallow down the burning tears in her throat. Think! She took a deep breath. “Keith,” she called to the guard. “You have your tracker with you?”

“Yes.” He pulled back his suit sleeve, revealing a thin black band. All members of the Lycan Security Team wore special bracelets that expanded as they shifted and contained a GPS tracking device.

“Good. Give it to me.” The guard hesitated, but when Adrianna nodded, handed it over to Astrid. “Now, I’ll go out and search for Zac in my wolf form. You can keep track of me via the bracelet and then send my dad or Cross after me.”

“Why don’t we have Keith go out and look for him?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said. “Look, the mages aren’t after me or Zac. We’ll be fine, but if they do know you’re here and unprotected, they might seize the opportunity. You need Keith here.”

The other woman looked defeated. “I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to like it,” Astrid said. “But you can’t stop me.”

“Astrid,” Adrianna began. “I know that you feel—”

“I should go,” she interrupted. “Let’s not waste any more time. Trust me, I can take care of myself. I can always poof myself away from danger.” She didn’t bother waiting for Adrianna to stop her, but instead, walked away with a determined stride.

Although her wolf wanted her to rush out now, she knew that she had to have some sort of plan in place. Okay, first things first. She walked around the resort until she found people wearing ski patrol and rescue team gear, heading toward the “employees only” area of the resort.

Aside from just teaching her how to fight, her former Lone Wolf uncles also taught her and her cousins other useful skills from their less-than-savory pasts. Her mother and three uncles had been raised by a former master thief who trained them in various skills, after all. Her Uncle Killian, for example, could break into any bank, safe, or secure location. He had told her that the best way of getting into any place you weren’t supposed to be in was to look like you belonged.

She found another group of rescue workers hanging around the lobby and made a beeline for them. As she passed by, she casually bumped into one of the guys playing on his phone. “Oh, excuse me! I’m so clumsy.”

The young man caught her arm and helped steady her. “No worries, ma’am,” he said with a bright smile. “Be careful.”

“Oh, I will!” She waved at them before turning away, his badge in her fingers. She clipped the badge on her lapel and headed toward the “employees only” area. The rescue workers were already gathered in the middle of the room as an older man stood on a dais in front of a map. Astrid saw a reflective vest lying on one of the chairs and she snatched it up and put it on as she made her way to the front.

“… here,” the older man pointed to a spot in the map, “is where we think our guy may have been caught in the avalanche. It’s halfway down the double black diamond course. According to our witness.…”

Astrid listened for a few minutes, squinting her eyes at the map to commit it to memory. Looks like her study sessions with Uncle Quinn were paying off. As the man began to rattle of more specific instructions, she backed out of the room and made her way outside, to the large rear patio that had a view of the slopes. During the day, this patio was filled with skiers for the apres-ski activities, but now it was completely empty.

She looked up the mountain, thinking of the daunting task ahead of her. It had grown much darker since she last checked, but her Lycan vision would help her see in the dim light. The snowstorm was slowing down too, and now only soft flakes fell down from the sky. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late.

“Don’t think like that,” she hissed to herself. “Just find him.”

She trudged out into the snow, into the line of trees just off the main outrun. When she was behind the trees, she quickly stripped her clothing off, hanging them from a low branch. She shifted into her wolf form almost too quickly, her animal eager to take over and start looking for Zac. It had barely landed on all fours when it took off, up the mountain.

This was stupid, she thought as her she-wolf ascended up the steep slope. Oh God, what had she been thinking? How would she even know where to find him?

Her wolf let out a yelp and growl, as if to say, “Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” She shrugged and allowed it to take over their body, keeping herself small and quiet inside the wolf’s body.

While she already possessed the enhanced senses of her animal even in human form, it was even stronger in animal form. She could hear and smell everything. She also didn’t feel tired, despite the energy it took to ascend the mountain. Her she-wolf seemed doggedly determined and single-minded in its mission.

Eventually, they reached the spot where the rescuers had said that Zac could have been caught in the avalanche. The full moon was bright above them and the snow had completely stopped. Where would they start looking?

The she-wolf snapped its jaws, as if telling her to be silent. It perked up its ears, straining to hear something—anything. Astrid closed her eyes, focusing on Zac. Oh, Zac. She wished things didn’t end the way they had last night. Wished she’d let him kiss her one last time—

The wolf’s yelp snapped her out of her thoughts as it dashed up over the mound of snow. She wasn’t sure what set off her wolf, but when she concentrated, she heard it—the sound of breathing somewhere underneath the snow. Her animal circled until it settled on a spot, then began to dig. Giant paws clawed at the ground, pushing piles and piles of ice away. The breathing began to get louder, then there was a cough and—

Zac!

A hand popped up and the wolf’s mouth opened to grab a sleeve. It pulled with all its might, dragging Zac’s body out from under the ice. The wolf whined as it licked his cold face. His skin was freezing and his breathing was labored, but other than that, he was alive. Thank God!

The temperatures were still dropping, however, and his clothes were probably soaked through. She had to get Zac somewhere safe and dry.

In her Lycan form, she was larger than the average gray wolf, but Zac was tall and heavy. But she had to try, so she made her wolf dig under his body and prop him up on her back. With the added weight, she didn’t trust her strength enough to make the descent down the slope without slipping and having them roll all the way down. They would be better off taking the rocky path through the trees slowly, stopping to rest if necessary and maybe even finding shelter in a low branch until rescue came.

As they made their way to the dense thicket of trees, she heard a sound from high above them. Oh, no. It was that distinct sound of packed snow breaking apart. There would be another avalanche. There was no luxury of time. They had to leave now.

Think, Astrid.

Unless Zac woke up, she would have to drag him down, hopefully before the avalanche caught up to them. What to do? If only she had her father’s powers.

No, there’s always a solution. That’s what her uncles and mother taught her. Find a way.

She pictured the map back at the resort in her mind. It showed the main paths of all the courses, which led to the outrun. Near the red X where they had marked Zac’s possible location was something … what was it? Searching through her brain, she didn’t know what she was looking for, but knew it was important. Something handwritten in faded ink.

Old ranger’s cabin.

If her bearings were correct, there was a cabin not far from where they were right now, due east. Well, it’s now or never. Let’s go!

The she-wolf mustered all its strength to carry Zac on its back and slogged through the snow. Faster, faster! There was another loud whump sound from behind them and then the ground shook. The wolf whined, but kept on and soon she saw the building in the distance.

Yes!

They pushed on, the wolf moving as fast as it could, and Astrid cheering it on. They were a few steps away from the door when she heard the snow descending on the mountain. It’s okay, she told her wolf, I can take it from here. You rest.

She’d never shifted back to human form so fast in her life. Using the last bit of her strength, she grabbed Zac and hauled him up, dragging him through the door of the cabin and dropped him on the floor with a loud thud. As soon as it shut behind them, the walls shook as mounds of snow fell on top of the cabin. They were trapped, but at least they were safe. She let out a sigh.

The interior of the cabin was sparse. It had a single room, a fireplace in the side, a stove, plus a table and chair pushed up against one wall.

Ack! She looked down and realized she was naked. There was a closet in the corner and she dashed across the room, yanking it open. There was a flannel shirt hanging inside and she quickly grabbed it and put it on, not minding the musty smell. There was also one sleeping bag inside and she picked it up, unrolling it as she dashed back to Zac.

Kneeling down, she unzipped his jacket and pulled it off him. He was breathing more evenly now. Good. Lycan healing would stop him from getting hypothermia, but just in case, she took off his wet shoes, socks, and shirt. She supposed she should take his pants off too, but she settled for unbuttoning the fly.

God, she was exhausted. Using the last bit of her strength, she curled up against Zac’s chest and threw the sleeping bag over them like a blanket, then closed her eyes.

When Astrid regained consciousness, a feeling of disorientation swept over her. For one thing, though her vision was blurred, it was bright. She thought she had dreamt the whole thing. Where was she?

As her sight returned to normal, she saw a roaring fire in front of her. It felt warm too, and so nice after trudging out in the snow. Her body had been nearly numb from being out in the freezing temperatures, and now she could feel everything. Everything, including the hard body pressed up behind her.

“Holy—” She scrambled to her knees. “I—Zac?”

Zac looked up at her lazily, his head propped up on one elbow. A blanket covered him from the waist down, but that was about it. His bare chest and torso were on display, and she couldn’t help but stare, her eyes devouring the planes of his broad shoulders, muscled chest, all the way down to the well-defined six-pack abs covered with a sprinkling of dark blond hair that disappeared under the blanket.

“Like what you see?” He grinned up at her.

“I—” God, her cheeks were like a five-alarm fire. “Zac, do you remember what happened?”

“Most of it,” he said. “I remember the avalanche and then—you found me and dragged me back here, right? Your wolf did.”

She nodded.

“Thank you. I woke up and we were by the door.” He gestured to the blanket that had been covering them, as well as the sleeping bag which he must have laid down by the fire. “I managed to find an extra blanket and some firewood too, though that’s about the last of it.”

The fire was ablaze, but if that was the last of it, then it wouldn’t be very long until they would be plunged into the darkness and cold again. She looked out the windows and saw snow covering most of the panes.

“I can’t open the door without risking the snow coming in. We’re trapped in here for now.”

“Shit.”

“Do they know we’re lost?” he asked.

“Yes, and there are rescue teams looking for us.”

“What about your father? Or Cross? Couldn’t they just … show up here and get us out?”

“That’s not how their powers work,” she said. “It’s similar to mine; they need to have been someplace before or see a clear picture of where they’re headed. Wait … the tracker!” She held up her hand, but found her wrist empty. “Oh, no. Keith gave me his tracker, but I must have lost it in the snow.”

“Well, it can’t be that far,” he said. “Plus, there’s rescue teams out looking for us. They might not be able to access the slopes now because of the storm and avalanches, but surely they’ll find us by morning.”

“Once they locate the tracker, it’s only a matter of time.” She breathed a sigh of relief. The situation wasn’t dire, but they’d have to sit tight until rescue came.

He sat up, his ice blue eyes fixed on her. She suddenly felt self-conscious and tugged the hem of the shirt she was wearing down. It was a futile effort as it came down to the tops of her thighs.

“What were you doing out there, Astrid?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I was … looking for you,” she confessed. “I was concerned.”

A blond brow shot up. “You were concerned?”

“I thought you’d gone back to New York,” she explained. “And, well, maybe I thought that you’d stayed … because of me.”

In an instant, he was right beside her, taking her hands into his. “I did.” She nearly jumped away from him, but his grip was too strong. “I couldn’t go. Not knowing what it is I’d done to you to make you hate me.” He pressed his warm lips to the back of her hand.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation. “I don’t hate you, Zac,” she said. “It’s … it’s a silly thing. And I was a silly girl. It was also a million years ago.”

“If it was all silly and so long ago, why don’t you tell me then? When did I ignore you? Because I know if I did see you, there’s no way I could have taken my eyes off of you.”

She sighed, mesmerized by the light blue orbs of his eyes and the way his lips grazed at the skin of her palms. “You’ve always ignored me, Zac. At all the functions our families attended. The last one was five years ago at Hannah’s wedding. You never made it to her engagement party, but I knew you’d be at the wedding. And … you had a date.”

“I remember bringing someone. And so?”

She slapped her hands over her mouth. “And … nothing.”

He caught her hand again. “Oh no, I’m not letting you get away. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. Besides, it’s not like you can get away from me now.”

She struggled, but he wouldn’t let her go. Her shoulders sagged and she let out a deep sigh. “Like I said, this was way back, okay? So, I knew you were going to be at Hannah and Anthony’s wedding. It was the biggest affair of the year, after all. Deedee … she assured me that you weren’t with anyone in London and that you wouldn’t have a date or anything.” She bit her lip. “So, I … I went and found this dress. It wasn’t expensive or anything. Just a nice vintage dress I found at a thrift store. It was all I could afford and … I went to the wedding and at the reception, I saw you come in … with your date. Mayor Adkins’ daughter.”

“Sa … Sam … Samantha?” His brows knitted together. “My mother fixed it up. She didn’t have a date either. You know Anthony’s grandfather was a presidential candidate, right? It was all political, of course, and my parents asked me to take her to the wedding as a good gesture towards the mayor of New York City.”

“I know.” Her gaze shifted to her lap. “I … I was going to ask you to dance with me.”

The look on his face was inscrutable. “Why didn’t you?”

Oh God, this was the embarrassing part. “She … Samantha … I overheard her in the bathroom. She was talking about how her dress cost hundreds of dollars and how she thought you were so handsome. Everyone around her thought you two made a beautiful couple. And how Cady and Nick would be ecstatic if you ended up with her.”

“I … I didn’t know. I didn’t even see you there. I mean, I hadn’t seen you in years until a few days ago. Astrid. Please, sweetheart, look at me.” She lifted her head up. “All I remember of you was this toddler running around Deedee’s house at her eighth birthday party. And maybe … you were maybe twelve or thirteen at one of Fenrir’s Christmas parties at the Waldorf Astoria.”

“You didn’t attend a lot of those parties,” she said. “You always went off somewhere on Christmas Eve with your family, except that one time when there was a terrible snowstorm, and you guys couldn’t leave. You were seventeen years old, and while the other teens were so sullen and had that ‘I’d rather be somewhere else’ look, you actually looked happy to be there.” She smiled bitterly. “I always thought you looked handsome in a tux, Zac.”

“Astrid, even if I did notice you, you would have been way too young for me.”

“I wasn’t at twenty-one, at the wedding,” she pointed out. “In any case, it was then I realized the truth, Zac. We’re just too different. You should be with someone like Samantha Adkins—beautiful, smart, and rich and someone who you could be proud of. Not someone like me who—”

“Stop,” he growled. “No more.” He grabbed her wrists pulled her back to him. “I may have ignored you then, but I won’t ignore you now.” His hand cupped the back of her neck, his fingers reaching up to dig into her hair. “Astrid, I want you. And I never want you to doubt that.” He leaned down to kiss her fiercely, as if he was pouring every bit of passion and emotion into their kiss. She couldn’t even bring herself to struggle, and instead, melted into him. Pressed up to him like this, it felt like they were in the blazing Sahara, not the freezing mountains of Colorado.

She moaned into his mouth and reached up to grab his shoulders, clinging to him as she let him plunder her mouth. Her body was yielding to him; she wanted this so bad. And she was so Goddamn tired of ignoring her own needs and wants. When Zac abruptly broke off the kiss, she was left confused.

“Zac?” Her body was still singing with desire. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing, sweetheart.” He sighed and kissed her forehead, then wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry for ignoring you that night.”

“I was a silly girl,” she admitted.

“You. Were. Not.” He punctuated each one with a kiss to her lips. “Astrid, I can’t explain what’s happening here, but please, tell me you feel this too.”

She shivered, but nodded. “I don’t know what’s happening either. But I can’t seem to say no to you.”

He looked around them. “I know this isn’t exactly the most ideal place.”

“I’ve been waiting for years for you to notice me, Zac,” she replied in a breathless voice. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Astrid, we should … maybe think first. There’s a lot going on and I’m afraid—”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Zac, can we just not think, just for tonight? About what’s happening out there. We don’t know what’s ahead, especially with the mages. Just for now … for tonight, let’s not worry about it.” She let go of his hand and reached down to grab the hem of the loose shirt, whipping it off in one motion.

He let out a growl, pouncing on top of her and pushing her down on the floor. His hands seemed to be everywhere—on her breasts, her hips, caressing the inside of her thighs. His mouth was rough, devouring hers with such an intensity that she thought she would faint.

When he sat up, he pulled her up with him, barely breaking their kiss. She felt both his hands move lower cupping her ass and lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His cock was already hard and was pressing up against her lower stomach.

He didn’t take her far, didn’t even get off his knees. Instead, he crawled them back toward the spread out sleeping bag, laying her down reverently as if it were a pillow-top mattress. When she was on her back, he positioned himself over her, his mouth demanding and claiming.

Her body was on fire, and she couldn’t get enough. She moved her hips up, trying to get as much contact with him as possible. A hand came down over her belly, pressing her down, as if to tell her to be patient. His mouth moved lower, down to her jaw, raining kisses all the way to her neck and shoulder blades. She let out a gasp as he licked a path down her breasts, all the way to the pointed tip of her nipple. His hot mouth covered one bud, his tongue teasing it until she was moaning his name. The hand holding down her torso, meanwhile, slid lower. His fingers teased her pussy lips, which were already slick with her own desire. She called his name as he pushed one finger inside her, her hips moving uncontrollably in a rhythmic movement.

He pulled her nipple deeper into his mouth and his hand thrust up against her, meeting the demands of her hips. When his thumb found her clit, she thought she had died and gone to heaven, and the orgasm that washed over her was too much.

“Zac!” she cried out, closing her eyes as her hands turned into fists and pounded down on the floor. As she came down from her orgasm, she let out a sound of disappointment when he pulled his hand away. She reached for him, but only got empty air. When she opened her eyes, she found his head between her thighs, his light blue eyes blazing with desire.

She bit the back of her hand as his mouth caressed her sex. Hot damn, his lips … that tongue. “Uuungh!” Her fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the strands, her hips pushing up at him. He licked at her, relentless and almost punishing, refusing to stop until her body squirmed under his expert ministrations.

“Oh … sh—” She let out a sharp cry when a powerful orgasm ripped through her. He seemed to revel in her screams of delight, pushing his tongue into her as her body shook with pleasure. “Zac,” she moaned. “Please.”

He shifted his body, wasting no time or energy in getting between her legs. She was caught in a haze of desire, not caring about the consequences of what tomorrow would bring. When she looked up at him, he was staring right back. The way he looked at her made her heart slam straight into her rib cage.

“Astrid.” His voice was rough, and for a moment, she feared he would change his mind. Reaching up, she pulled him down for a kiss, willing him to forget the outside world and just focus on them. She spread her legs to let him come closer, and when she felt the blunt tip of his cock against her entrance, she sighed against his mouth.

Slowly, he filled her. Astrid nearly wept at the care he took, but at the same time it was driving her mad. She relaxed, allowing herself to adjust to his girth. God, I’m not gonna walk right for three weeks. When he settled inside her, he let out a breath he’d been holding.

She raked her nails down his back lightly, and he let out a growl, his hips slowly drawing out of her. This time, she was the one who held her breath and she nearly gasped when he pushed back inside her.

“Zac! Oh God!” She felt so full, yet still hungry for more. The sensation of being filled like this made her want him so much more. He moved in that sweet rhythm she craved so much. Arching her hips up, she changed the angle of his thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, Astrid,” he whispered into her ear. “So damn perfect.” His cock thrust inside her, in and out, the bones of his hips pressing up just right to grind against her pelvis.

He was really moving hard and fast into her, and she clasped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist as her fingers dug into his shoulders. They were both moaning and gasping, their bodies working hard. The orgasm almost surprised her when it did come—hard and fast, and so deep, she could feel it in her bones. She thought he would be done; hell, after three orgasms she was ready to just collapse. But no, he wanted more.

He pulled her up with him as he sat, adjusting her legs so she straddled him. His hands wrapped under her arms and hooked over her shoulders so he could pull her down as his cock pounded up into her tight passage. He wouldn’t stop, pushing for more. “One more, sweetheart,” he groaned. “One more and then I can—”

“Zac!” She moved her hips like a piston, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her as the fourth orgasm of the night hit her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head down so she could look at him. His eyes darkened, fixed on her as she came. He let out an animalistic growl and continued to pound up into her until he threw his head back. He moaned her name, and she felt his cock pulse inside of her, pumping her full of his seed. He didn’t stop thrusting, and she milked every last drop from him, squeezing him tight even as they both collapsed on the floor.

They lay there for a few minutes, not saying anything. She enjoyed the silence, actually; with her ear pressed to his chest, she could only hear his heartbeat. When he grew soft and slipped out of her, she sighed deep and rolled off him. A hand around her waist prevented her from going too far.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His lips found the sensitive area on her neck and she melted back against him.

“Nowhere,” she moaned.

“Damn right.” His grip tightened on her and his other arm slipped underneath her. “It’s been a long day.” He pressed a kiss to her ear. “Let’s get some rest.”

She nodded and settled against him. This is what she’d wanted, what she’d been dreaming about. To be in Zac’s arms, and even if it was just for one night, to have him look at her like she was the only woman who existed. She didn’t even care what tomorrow would bring. This was one memory she would cherish for the rest of her life.