The Heart of a Renegade. Loreth White Anne

dark underbellies of clouds that socked low over the mountains. All around them granite cliffs were fringed with ridges of conifers that speared aggressively into the sky.

      Luke pulled off the highway and turned into the village of Squamish. “Breakfast?” he asked.

      She blew out a lungful of air and smiled shakily. “You have absolutely no idea how good that sounds right now.”