“I know we can't go back." When he glanced up his eyes snagged hers. Their table was small enough that they had to concentrate from keeping their knees from bumping and so close Alison could see every glint of bronze and green in his irises. A cash of coins and emeralds. A trap like dead man's treasure. "But sometimes I" He was whispering and she had to lean in to hear it. " I wish we could go forward.”