For a long time she simply stared, absorbing the peace and beauty that seemed to cover the entire landscape. Then she began to draw.

She was totally ensconced in her creation. From time to time she would pause and mutter under her breath and then frown when a line didn’t look just so. She paid careful attention to color, blending when she didn’t have the one she needed.

Her back ached, but she continued on. Once started, she couldn’t stop. It was a compulsion. Her fingers felt alive. She was energized has her hand flew across the page.

Her wrist was stiff and her fingers had curled rigidly around the pencils, and still she continued on, in pursuit of perfection.

The sun had started to fade over the horizon when she heard her name carried on the wind. She straightened and nearly fell over when every muscle in her body screamed in protest.

“Lily!”

That was much closer. She frowned. That sounded like Dillon. She reached behind her to rub a kink out of her throbbing back and when she tried to stand, her knees buckled and she plopped back down onto the rock.

“Well hell,” she muttered.

“Lily!”

That one sounded like Michael.

“I’m over here,” she shouted back.

And then remembering the scattered pencils that now lay on the ground, she got off the rock and went to her knees, grabbing at them to stuff in her pockets.

“Lily?”

“Here,” she called again. “Just a minute. I’m coming.” She was just slapping the art book closed when both Dillon and Michael rounded the corner.

“Where the hell have you been?” Michael demanded. “Everyone’s been worried sick about you.” Dillon raised a radio to his mouth and said, “We’ve found her. She’s all right.” She blinked in confusion. “Your mom knew where I was going.” Dillon frowned in exasperation. “Lily, that was hours ago. You missed lunch.”

“I did?”

Michael raised his hand toward the sky that was now ablaze with pink, purple and golden hues.

“You’ve been gone for over six hours.”

“I’m sorry. Really, I am. I had no idea.”

Dillon glanced at the notebook clutched in her arms. “What were you doing?”

“Just passing time,” she murmured. “I wanted to make Callie a surprise.” Michael cocked his head to the side. “What on earth could you have been doing for Callie that made you lose track of time so that you were gone for six hours?” She ducked her head and shifted her feet, but when she did, the pencils spilled out of her pocket and tumbled to the ground.

Both Michael and Dillon bent to gather them up and Lily backed up a step, her bottom lip caught firmly between her teeth.

“Lily?” Michael asked softly. “What’s going on? Is everything all right?”

“I was drawing,” she said in a low voice. So low that both men leaned forward to hear. “I wanted to draw Callie’s Meadow for Callie. It’s not much. It’s not very good, but I know she loves it here, and I thought it might cheer her up.”

“Can I see?” Dillon asked cautiously, holding out a hand for the notebook.

She hesitated for a long moment but then handed over the notebook, nausea rising in her stomach.

They would hate it. Think it was a waste of time. And she’d worried their mother on top of that. All while doing something frivolous.

Dillon flipped it open with Michael looking over his shoulder and both froze. Their eyes widened in shock and then Dillon glanced over the edge to Lily, his mouth wide open.

“I shouldn’t give it to her, should I?” Lily rushed to say. “I’ll just tear it up. It was a stupid idea anyway.”

“Holy fuck,” Michael breathed.

“Lily, this is amazing,” Dillon said in awe. “Absolutely fucking amazing. You did this? All today?” She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She didn’t know what to say so she nodded instead.

Michael took the notebook from Dillon and examined it again, his expression incredulous.

“This is the most beautiful drawing I’ve ever seen,” Michael said. “It looks exactly like the meadow.

The colors, the landscape, the trees and the mountains. It’s like looking at a photograph. It’s damn well perfect.”

She flushed until her cheeks burned, and she ducked her head as shyness gripped her.

Dillon tucked his fingers underneath her chin and nudged upward. His eyes were questioning, and anger lurked in the depths. “Why didn’t you want us to know?”

“It’s not very good,” she said lamely. “And you were angry because I worried your mom. Time just got away from me. I tend to do that when I’m drawing. I know it’s silly.” Dillon placed his hands on her arms and guided her down to sit on the same boulder where she’d sat to draw for so many hours.

“We need to get a few things out in the open here. First of all, you don’t need our permission or approval to do a goddamn thing. If you want to sit around and paint yourself purple, that’s your prerogative.

“Second, you have an amazing talent. The drawing was absolutely brilliant.

“Third, don’t ever sell yourself short or worry that we’re not going to approve. I’m so goddamn proud of you right now I could burst. I can’t even wrap my head around the fact that you came out here and created this spectacular replica of a piece of land that means so much to this family. You thought Callie might like it. Hell, she’s going to die when she sees this. You have no idea what that piece of property means to her—to all of us. She was born there. She was raised there, running hell-bent all over these mountains. And you’ve found a way to encapsulate that so that she can look at it no matter where she is and be at home. Lily, that kind of gift is priceless.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Michael said with a laugh.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” she murmured. “I promised your mom I’d be back for lunch. She probably thinks I’m a complete flake or that I did something stupid like get lost.”

“We were the ones worried,” Dillon corrected. “Give us a break. We’re still getting used to having you, and we still worry you’re going to take off at a moment’s notice. The old adage about being too good to be true is my paranoia.”

She smiled then and rose to her feet, stepping forward so that she could wrap her arms around Dillon’s waist.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He squeezed her back and then she backed away, looking cautiously at the drawing still in Michael’s hands.

“You really think it’s good? That it’s not a waste of time?” Michael shook his head. “I don’t know where you get your ideas from, Lily, but I’m going to drum some sense into that head of yours. I wouldn’t care if it was the worst drawing ever crafted. If you enjoy it and it gives you pleasure, then it’s certainly not a waste of time.” Her smile was more brilliant this time and the tightness in her chest eased. Butterflies flitted round and round in her belly until she was dizzy from the sensation.

“So you think I should give it to Callie? I thought she could frame it or something.”

“I think Callie is going to so bowled over that she’s not going to have words,” Dillon predicted. “I can’t wait to see her face when you give it to her.”

Dillon’s radio crackled and Seth’s irritated voice came over the receiver. “Goddamn it, Dillon. Where the hell are y’all? You said you’d found her. Is everything all right?” Michael chuckled. “We better get back before Seth has a kitten and calls out search and rescue.” He slung an arm around Lily’s shoulders and then carefully handed her back the drawing. Then he kissed her temple and squeezed her against his side.

When they arrived back at the house, Seth was pacing back and forth in front of the porch steps, dragging a hand over his already short hair. When he turned and saw them approach, he strode over, his expression grim.

“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.

Lily frowned. “What’s it to you?” she asked belligerently.

Dillon and Michael threw back their heads and laughed as Seth blinked in surprise and halted in midstep.

But then Holly ran out behind Seth, and Lily’s frown disappeared. She pushed past the men and hurried toward Holly, already apologizing before she ever got there.

“I’m so sorry,” she blurted. “I completely lost track of time. I didn’t mean to worry you. It was inconsiderate.”

Holly surprised her by laughing. “I told your guys that you were probably just enjoying the view, but they lost their minds and hauled out their fathers to look for you. Callie and I weren’t worried. You don’t strike me as the type to just wander off and get lost.” She tucked her arm into Lily’s and guided her into the house, leaving her three sons openmouthed in the yard.

“I bet you’re hungry now, aren’t you?”

“Starving,” Lily admitted.

“Ethan was setting the table when Seth harangued him into looking for you. Callie and I finished up, so we can sit down to eat.”

Lily flushed. “I’m so sorry everyone went out looking for me.”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time,” Holly teased. “I’m a bit of a klutz, and I’ve had some doozies before.”

“Lily, you’re back,” Callie said as she rounded the corner of the kitchen. “I can’t stay long. Have to be to work in a few.”

“I wanted to give you something first,” Lily said shyly.

Callie reared back in surprise. “Me?”

Lily slowly opened the art book and carefully eased the paper free of the binding. Then she handed it to Callie.

With a curious glint in her eyes, Callie took the paper and then when she glanced down at the drawing, she looked dumbstruck.

At that moment, Michael, Seth and Dillon along with their fathers tromped into the kitchen. Michael and Dillon smiled knowingly and held up a finger when the others would have questioned the stunned look on Callie’s face.