Chapter 5: On the Road
The tantalizing odor of coffee drifted on the air, tickled and teased her nose until Roshène twitched open a sleep-filled eye to be greeted by the sight of Hunter.
He was annoyingly fresh and chipper, his dirty blond hair falling over his forehead as he squatted next to a small blazing fire and lifted a coffee pot suspended over a little tripod. He poured the rich steaming liquid with care into two metal cups. “Come and get it,” he said, bringing his cup to his lips.
She crawled across the intervening space and took the cup he handed her. “So this is camping? Is there toast and jam for breakfast, too?” Where had that popped up from? Had she eaten toast and jam on the camping trip with her mother she’d remembered last night? She sipped the hot black and very sweet
