Chapter Three
The warm sunshine was flooding the tent when Helen awoke from the deep sleep of exhaustion that had been almost insensibility.
She awoke to immediate and complete remembrance.
One quick, glance around the big room assured her that she was alone and she sat up slowly, her eyes growing wider as memory became more… real.
Her behaviour of the previous night, when viewed in the day’s cold light, seemed unbelievable to her.
She recalled him beginning to gently undress her as she stood in shock at his presumption; this despite her expectation of his doing just that. Of course, she had fought him and, with a restraint and similar gentleness, he had simply allowed her to beat at him until she had exhausted herself. Then, when she was too tired to lift her arms, let alone use them
