FINN HID A yawn behind the back of his hand as he waited his turn to fill his plate with breakfast. There was a nip in the air this morning and he returned his hand back into the pocket of his sheepskin coat. But no matter how tired he was this morning, it’d all been worth it. He turned to stare at the skyline, where the sun was turning the indigo sky to the palest pink. Those few minutes before the sun rose over the horizon were always the most beautiful, to Finn’s mind. If only he could’ve still been lying in Indy’s arms, watching the sunrise through the open zipper of her tent, it would’ve been the most perfect morning ever.
Indy hadn’t joined the queue yet, and he wondered if she’d struggled to get out of bed as much as he had this morning. He could still hardly believe he and Indy ha
