She curls close to him, boneless and warm and relaxed, and closes her eyes to enjoy the way his fingers feel in his hair.

It's a bad idea. But she can't care. She makes herself a promise that she'll savor every moment she can steal with him, no matter what the future has in store. And for now, she's perfectly happy to be in this one, here in this quiet little cottage, somewhere in the war-torn fields of France.