The moment collided with others in her mind - in an alley outside a tavern, in a farmhouse with a bottle of whiskey, in a forest when her heart had been given, lost, forgiven...

A kiss in the dark.

It didn't have to mean anything.

"That depends on whether we're talking about now or next week." She missed the dry, flat tone she'd aimed for, words falling out husky and somehow suggestive.