He watched her, unmoving, then succumbed to exhaustion and crossed to the table. She saw the miles in his gait—the bent back and slumped shoulders. She hadn’t seen him since Arizona, and now they were at high altitude on a snow-covered mountain. He’d had to travel far, and by the look of him, fast and silent. He slid next to Conner, who punched him on the shoulder, giving him a big smile.