For the first time during their trip, a touch of sadness crinkled the edges of his eyes. It seemed he too realized the truth of Jo's words. Even if they weren't meant to be more, Zach was determined to hang onto the shred of whatever this was. He felt at ease with her. He felt content, but also a strange new yearning need for adventure. He couldn't find that in a bookshop or in the drab niceties of society.

"Yes, let's." Zach had more business in Greece, but he found himself agreeing to her proposal to linger on Corfu. He could make those stops when she departed. For once, they felt like insignificant errands.

As the wave crashed, Zachariah instinctively reached out to catch her. His arms enveloped her smaller frame, inadvertently drawing Jo even closer, the skin of his legs brushing with hers. Her blush would have been met with his own, but his facial hair concealed it.

"Don't be.