As their eyes met, the wary, fragile truth leaped between them. Devon laid her hand to his heart, holding it there with his own. A silent thunder beat against her palm, and Beth swallowed heavily. He’d caught her. He’d pulled her from the aching, empty summer and offered a sanctuary for her in his midnight. Etiquette, wounded and bleeding out, urged her to move back from him. But she could no more do that than she could believe in a conclusion based on uncontrolled experiments. People forgotten, swan forgotten, they gazed at each other across a private, quiet sky.
