The thing is, neither of them are all that good at backing down. All he'd need to do is admit he doesn't want her out there in the woods; all she'd need to do is admit she's been holding herself back with the full knowledge that he doesn't want that.

Instead, they're here staring at each other, at an impasse, until Sharon grabs the hunting bow she'd left near the table the day before and pushes past him, jaw set and stubborn, to open the door to the bar.