The Past Needs No Looking Back, Pain Left Behind

The prize voucher in my hand read "Rockies — Six Days, Five Nights, Two Travelers."

On the companion line I'd written Neil Delgado's name in neat, careful print.

I'd earned this trip: six straight months without a single day off, the year's best design proposal, and the company's reward for it.

I was about to head into security when Karen Swanson came through, hooked on Neil's arm, walking fast toward the first-class gate.

She pressed her face against his chest. "Neil, you're so good to me. I'm not intruding on your alone time, am I?"