“Hydrate.” Riley dug in the cooler for bottles of water after she’d stowed her used tank. “That’s three crossed off. My pick’s next,” she added, tossed a bottle to Doyle.

“I’m going to review the pictures.”

“I want to see.” Annika snuggled onto the bench beside Sawyer.

Because she’d leaned in as well, bracing a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, Sasha felt the lust punch through him. Surprised at how clear it came, embarrassed she hadn’t blocked it, she eased back just a bit.

Not that anyone could blame him, she thought, as Annika wiggled closer. But understanding it and feeling it were different things. To ensure his privacy, Sasha moved to the other side of the deck where Doyle pored over maps.

“Do you have another location in mind?” she asked him.

“A lot of possibilities. We should pick up the pace.”

“Which is slower because I’m inexperienced.”

“You’re doing all right.”

He looked up then, and she sensed something hard and deeply guarded.

“Looking for something?”

She answered as coolly as he’d asked. “Trying not to.”

Still watching her, he picked up his water. “Anyone else in your family with the sight? It tends to run in families.”

“No. Not that I ever heard of.”

It occurred to her she didn’t know him, not the way she felt she’d come to know the others. He held himself just a little aloof. Still, it meant he didn’t know her either. Maybe they should try to fix that.

“Not much family anyway,” she continued. “Both my parents were only children, and I only saw my grandparents sporadically. My father left when I was about twelve. He couldn’t handle what I have. My mother made excuses for me, then made excuses for him. I resented that, which isn’t really fair. She did her best. She does her best. But given all that, I chose to live alone, so I didn’t have to deal with what I have. Where I could focus on art, and I liked it.”

She looked back to where the other four passed around Sawyer’s camera.

“I like this better. Even knowing what could happen, knowing some of what will happen, this is better. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you have family?”

“No. Not anymore.”

“It’s hard, without family. I didn’t realize until . . .” She looked back again. “It feels like alone’s easy until you realize.”

“It’s got its advantages. Only one person to worry about. You want to go left, you go left because nobody’s pushing you to go right.”

“I’d rather go right, at least give right a try, than be alone again. I like the way Sawyer talks about his family, his grandfather especially. And Riley and Bran theirs. They don’t know alone, not the way we do. And Annika . . .”

She couldn’t imagine Annika alone, but it occurred to her she’d never asked.

“Annika? Do you have family?”

“Family?” Tossing back her long braid, Annika smiled. “Yes. I have six sisters.”