Will climbed out of the car and crossed to the driver's side to join Clio, slipping an arm around her waist. "I'm good," he said, and it wasn't a lie. That smell – oak and pine, soil and leaf litter, carried on crisp cool air – not quite the smell of home, but close enough to spark at his memory, close enough that the tug between his ribs seemed to slacken just a bit. He drew in a long breath, let it fill his lungs, and puffed out a sigh. "Lord, but I've missed this."