One step at a time, she told herself, stealing a glance at Daniel’s profile, his features softened by the golden glow of the setting sun. The sight made something in her chest tighten, though whether from want or warning, she couldn’t say.

She allowed herself this… just this moment. The weight of their responsibilities, the case, the impossibility of whatever was building between them, could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she could notice the way the light caught his hair, could acknowledge that the chaos she’d felt on the long drive over had quieted in his presence.

Dangerous, that quiet voice whispered again.

But she didn’t look away.