snow. I breathed deeply, inhaling the cedar-y scents.
âSmells great, doesnât it?â Ben said. He slipped his arms around me. âKind of romantic, donât you think?â
I smiled and looked up into his green eyes. He pulled me close and kissed me.
âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he murmured.
I pulled back a little. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean I like seeing you. I like being with you. The best days, Robyn, are the days when I know weâre going to be together.â I let him pull me close again. That way he couldnât see the expression on my face.
I liked Ben. I liked when he kissed me. I liked when he held me. I liked that Morgan and my mother both liked him. But I was starting to get the feeling that he was more serious about me than I was about him.
He held me a little longer. Then he said, âCome on. Wait until you see the spot I picked out for lunch.â
The sun shone in a cloudless sky overhead, making the snow-covered terrain sparkle. My breath hung in white puffs in front of my face, but it didnât feel cold as I trudged up a hill and along a ridge behind Ben. Every now and then he turned and smiled at me, and I smiled back and reminded myself how sweet he was. He cared about other people. He volunteered at a shelter for the homeless where he knew most of the clients and treated them just like anyone else. I also reminded myself that Nick had walked out on me without a word of explanation and that Ben would never do anything like that.
âWell?â Ben said finally. âWhat do you think?â
We had been climbing steadily, but I had kept my eyes down most of the way, watching the uneven terrain, the rocks and tree roots that lay buried beneath the snow. I was breathing hard too. Iâm in pretty good shape, but I couldnât remember the last time Iâd taken a longâa
very
longâuphill hike.
I came to a stop beside Ben and looked around.
âWow,â I said.
Ben broke into a blissful smile. âBeautiful, isnât it?â
What an understatement! From the edge of a high ridge we could see over the tops of pines and spruces to a frozen lake beyond. A long, narrow piece of rock jutted out like a huge finger over the landscape below. Ben walked to the end of it and gazed around. I stayed where I was, on more solid ground. But even from where I stood, I had a perfect view of the lake and of the land that rose around it, which was studded with more pines, spruces, birches, and firs. There wasnât another human being in sight.
âIt really is nice,â I said, although it made me queasy to look at Ben as he stood at the edge of the finger of rock. Then, without looking down, he stretched out his arms and threw back his head. Slowly at first, and then faster, he began to spin out there on the edge.
âBen! Ben, be careful.â
He whirled and whirled, his feet taking him around faster and faster.
âBen!â My heart was in my throat. Was he crazy? What if he got dizzy? What if he fell?
Then it happened. One of his feet slipped off the edge.
âHelp!â he shouted.
His eyes grew wide and his hands pinwheeled frantically in the air as he scrambled for something to grab onto. But there was nothing but air.
I lunged forward and grabbed at his jacket. My hand closed around the collar, and I yanked him toward me. I was terrified to look down. At first I was afraid that he was going to pull me over with him.
âWhat are you doing?â I said, relieved and angry and scared all at the same time. âYou could have killed yourself.â
He looked at me and tugged me toward him. I resisted. My heart was pounding, and I was angry with him for spinning around out there in the first place. But he was stronger than I was and, despite my resistance, I found myself pressed against the front of his parka. I was breathing hard, but I didnât dare struggle. We