That there, the way her expression shifts, the measured tone of her voice — more than the rest, it makes Cameron want to find whoever got her in this trouble she won't talk about, and hurt them, at the very least make sure they never hurt her again. No one should have to be so affected by so simple an offer, least of all a lovely, bright girl like Jenny.

"Of course," he says, soft but firm. "You don't need to thank me, I haven't done anything. Come on, it's right through here." Hand still light over hers where it rests on his arm, he leads her carefully off the path and through the trees, distantly grateful for the shade and the slight respite from the island heat. It's nothing like Connecticut or Massachusetts, and while England has its summer heat, he doubts Jenny's any more accustomed to it than he is. They could both use a break, he thinks, in more ways than one.