Harper’s gaze drops to my mouth. SHE IS LOOKING AT MY MOUTH. Don’t lick your lips. Don’t move. Be still. Don’t scare her away. Let her come to you. I am a human, standing in the forest with a woodland creature approaching cautiously. I can almost hear the Discovery Channel narration in my head. The wild Harper is testing him, watching to see if he makes a move, searching for his scent in the air. Curiosity is getting the better of her. It looks like she’s going to move in … Easy … Easy now …
