MELONY WALKED OVER to Hunter, not eager for another day of hiking. How she wished to be still sleeping, snug in her tent.
“'Bout time, Shepherd. Your coffee's getting cold.” Hunter jerked his head in the direction of her tin mug perched before a smooth, flat boulder such as the one he was sitting on. The very one she had sat on while they’d eaten dinner in complete silence the night before. However, instead of the five feet of safe-space she had put between them last night, she noticed her rock was now situated less than a foot from his.
Marshaling her strength to ward off his silent yet deadly s*x appeal, she took a deep breath of crisp early morning air and took the seat, grabbing the warm mug of coffee.
Last night, after Hunter had taken his impromptu swim in the river, he had calmed
