New, sure. Hard? Sure. It's a challenge. One he means to work at slowly as soon as he's left alone. Apparently he can't keep his face from her hand and even if it's a glove it's too damn hot. It's her. it's her it's her and his stomach clenches hot, his eyes feel too dry because he's not glad to see her.

he's not.

His Carolina- his beautiful, vicious, JUST woman died at the bottom of that canyon.

"You're helping Hargrove glass a planet." Effectively. "You're not her. And I fucking TOLD you I looked. They hid you."