She was propped up by pillows in her bed hugging a large stuffed bear. A string of origami cranes had been created and now decorated the walls of the ...oom. A small plate of food was pushed to the side of the tray near her bed. Most of it hadn't been touched. It looked as though she had been crying for some time and that Tetsuo had been trying to comfort her.Neither Sarah nor Todd wanted to intrude on their conversation, so they nodded to Tetsuo and left the room again. Before the door. There were countless times during the remainder of her workday when her mind drifted to thoughts of JR. She felt bad for even teasingly implying that she didn’t need him, and while she knew that he recognized it as teasing, the words still bothered her. Nothing mattered to her more these days than what JR thought of her and their relationship. This was a journey for both of them. A curious, wonderful, playful, and becoming romantic journey that she didn’t want to screw up.She had made plans for. “I want to open a restaurant. Not just a restaurant, a soul food restaurant. My grandmother was from one of the bayous of Louisiana and she taught me Cajun and Creole. My other grandmother was from the Low Country of South Carolina and taught me all her recipes, even from the Gullah. My grandfathers were from France and Mexico, and I learned from them as well. I’ve worked in LA. New Orleans, Charlotte and Atlanta in different restaurants and learned from all of them. My food will be different,. She had waited, unnoticed, while Aedan had poured Nathaniel into his tent. And now she watched as a dark shape detached itself from the shadows of another tent and slipped silently towards her sleeping ... whatever he was. Lover wasn’t the word – yet, if she had anything to say about it – but she didn’t have another to describe what Nathaniel meant to her.But all of that would be moot if she allowed her attention to wander at the critical moment. She rolled her eyes at herself – Sierra was.