"This may be the most perfect non-scientific moment of my life," Sam remarked, sipping from her mug of coffee before leaning back against Jack, who was holding her snugly from his spot behind her on the lawn chair. The sun was setting behind the mountains, a gorgeous, vibrant red. The Bach Cello Suites played from the CD player in the other room ( Read more... )

Sam was finishing up her packing and feeling a bit rushed, since she'd spent way too long checking the swoop bike and cloaking device over in preparation for the trip with Jack ( Read more... )