Rhiannon heard the soft noises of his shift and turned around, her hiking boot scuffing on the sand that covered the rock floor. He was there. She placed her fingertips on his cheek and lifted herself on her toes to kiss him. It was a delicate gesture, feather-light, her guard not only lowered, but gone, and she didn’t think about it until her eyes opened.

“I trust you, too.”

That flipped her stomach inside out, and she had done it to herself, which made it no less true. The man had shown her his secret self, let her into his home, and shown her a place he had every sensible right to keep to himself. The least she could do was admit he had her faith.