“Can’t go until you put your boots on, though,” he prompted, handing them to her as if to hurry her along.
She tugged, tied and stood in under a minute. Not bad time for having spent part of it peering at her lover, trying to figure out why he felt so far away all of a sudden.
“Ready,” she said as her head popped through the top of her sweater.
Busy with their outer gear, Nathaniel didn’t say anything.
“What about all this?” She gestured to the tent, the equipment. “Do we pack it up?”
He shook his head.
“A team will come in later, after we get you out of here.”
“We should do the dishes.” She looked at the cots, one pristine with blankets still tight enough to bounce a quarter on, the other mussed and tumbled, with two imprints clear on the pillow. “Or at least make the bed.”
Nathan
