Sarah shrugged, a motion Chase could make out even in the moonlight and shadows. Her sister tended to worry, and if she wasn’t, she’d worry about what she should be worried about. Chase draped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “You know, that’s not really true. You might be a little pushy sometimes, but a lot of the time you just show people the way they really want to go before they’re quite ready to admit it. I guess you could call that foresight.”

“Sometimes I think…”

“What?” Chase said gently. “What’s going on, Sarah?”

Sarah shifted to face her. “Maybe I shouldn’t have kept you here with me, when Mom died. Grandmom—”

“What the hell, Sarah?” Chase shot upright. “Grandmom lived in Chicago, and we never really saw her. You know she didn’t like Dad. I would have been on the road back here in a week.”

“You were ten.”

“So?”

Sarah laughed. “You’re right. Crazy idea.”

“And just what do you think would have been different?” Chase said. “Do you think you would have kept me off the mountain? Because if it hadn’t been Casson Peak, it would have been another one, somewhere. Until someday—”

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said urgently. “Don’t go there. I wanted you here. I would have been lost without you.”

“Same here,” Chase said gruffly. “So can we leave the past where it belongs?”

“Can you?” Sarah asked,

Chase hesitated. She’d had dreams and she’d lost them. She’d been bitter for a long time—even to the point, she realized, of resenting the clueless campers who, like her at that age, had thought they could do anything and be anyone they chose. Some of them probably would. And…good for them.

She had a different life than the one she’d imagined, but she wasn’t ten now, or even twenty. And she had something else—someone else—she wanted now.

“Yes.”

Sarah must have heard the conviction in her voice and, in the way she’d always had of reading between the lines, probably heard what Chase didn’t say. She let out a breath. “Sometimes I just think I ought to keep some of my opinions to myself. Lily might be a tad annoyed with me.”

“Lily knows you come from a good place.” Chase leaned over and kissed Sarah’s cheek. “And so do I. And now, I’m going to bed because I have to take the angels…sorry, campers, to the climbing wall tomorrow. And won’t that be fun.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Sarah asked.

Chase bristled. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Now you’re making assumptions,” Sarah said. “I’m talking about your shoulder. And come to think of it, how is it?”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve practically forgotten about it. But I promise I’ll get the doctor’s seal of approval in the morning.”