She broke through the last of the crowd between them, and at last, he saw her. A shell fell away from his expression, so delicate and so perfectly molded she’d hardly noticed it until it vanished. A warmth grew in his eyes. Not some great blaze, not a raging fire that leapt from tree to tree; something smaller instead, quiet and very steady, the way one lit a candle at the door to welcome home a weary lover.