A kaleidoscope of images from my life with Cam flashes through my mind the way it’s supposed to just before you die. Not before someone new kisses you. But when Hugh’s mouth finally touches mine, the images disappear. Warmth floods through me and he sighs as if this is something he’s wanted to do for a very long time. Centuries, maybe. And I panic. Where have the images gone of Cam? Have I lost them? “You with me, Kate?” Hugh
