“TELL ME ABOUT YOUR dreams,” Melony asked as they sat at the kitchen table after sharing in a breakfast of sourdough hotcakes and Spam slices. Though she would have preferred bacon or sausage, at least it was tastier than fish twice a day and fireweed salad.
“Having a little heart-to-heart now, are we?”
Melony shrugged. “I just have a sudden desire to know. Usually I know all there is to know about a man before I sleep with him. Not that I've slept with all that many.”
“You know quite a lot about me already.” Once again, he had opted to leave his shirt unbuttoned, though Melony no longer had to control her roving eyes. She suspected he did it just to arouse her, anyway. More than once, she had given in to her craving to feel his silken skin.
“That's true. Being out in the wilds and the
