Jane copied his shrug.
"Jane?" Kane's jaw tightened.
She fought the urge to stomp her foot. When was everybody going to learn she was strong? "Yeah. I can feel something, somebody wanting in. He's tried it before." And she didn't let him. It was her dream. Well, their dreams, anyway.
Kane stood. So much taller than her. He moved toward the trees.
She sighed, dropping her pictures to the now peach-colored ground. "He's not in the trees, Kane. He's outside the dream."
Kane stopped with his back to her, the new muscles in his arms bunching. She liked that he'd grown his black hair out to his shoulders. "He?"
She waited until he turned back to face her. "Yeah. I think so. It feels like a he."
Putting his hands on his hips, he frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Darn it. She didn't want Kane mad at her, and she didn't want his feelings hurt. "I didn't want you to go."
"You're in my dream—how could I go?"
