Chapitre 29: Stumble

When Graeme arrived at the tree house a half hour later, he couldn't find August anywhere. He called her name before looking around the privacy screen into the bathroom. The place wasn't exactly big, so there weren't many places she could be.

He closed his eyes and focused on her scent, following it out onto the deck. She wasn't there either. Finally, he stood on one of the railings and peeked over the edge of the roof. She was lying there on her back, staring at the tree above her. Graeme let out an audible sigh of relief.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked, the sharpness of irritation in his voice.

"Just enjoying the tree," she said plainly.

"Can't you enjoy it from the deck?"

She sighed without looking at him. "It's not the same."

He climbed up and sat next to her, staring down at the enchanting dim gold of her irises while she continued gazing at the leaves above her. Graeme caught another scent on her and leaned down over her neck, sniffing.