Again, Barbara looked bashful. She hugged Ian's arm to her, burying her face in his sleeve for a moment.

"Come here," she said and pulled him toward the river, picking up the pace to a log jog. The willow tree they'd shared their third anniversary under drooped by the side of the water. A light breeze tickled it's branches, making them sway gently. Barbara stopped, breathless, and leaned back against the trunk, her hands picking up Ian's.

"You need to kiss me," she told him