You can't help but see a lot of impressive headlands, in her job, but volcanic islands, man, they really have some of the best. She looks out the window at the rising hump of land, climbing up into the blue, blue sky, all brown and green, with a faint trickle of people going up and down what looks like a steep path, right up the side of the hill.

"Is that what I'm supposed to be so worried about?"

There's an air of resignation to her tone, an admittance that he's got her, because that headland is really up there, plateauing high above sea level, shoulders thick with brush and grass. "Glad to see you're not exactly taking the easy way out. Most people would be happy buying a treadmill or running on the roads."

Most people, but not Steve, and not her, either. She loves a challenge, which is what drew her to Steve in the first place. He's as much of one as this mountain might be, and there's a little thrill of adrenaline spinning in her belly as she watches it grow while they get closer and closer, thinking of the strain of muscles, sweat, ragged breath.

There's nothing quite like making it to the top of a hill like that.