Seasons of Pine Valley
His eyes stayed glued to Kat, taking in her straight spine, her flushed cheeks, and the fierce, unyielding pride burning in her dark eyes.
"The wind's already turning," Azriel said low, his voice carrying over the noise of the bustling square. He shifted his stance, pulling his arm away from Abby’s grip under the guise of transferring the paper bag to his other hand. "Clear your table before the frost hits, Katrina. You don't want glass sitting out in a drop."
Without waiting for her answer, Azriel turned on his heavy work boots and walked toward the timber pavilion, his long strides effortless and grounded. Abby lingered for a split second longer, offering Kat a small, tight nod befor