“Feeling better?” Luke asked.
“Yes, thank you.” Amelia leaned back with a sigh, pushing the empty bowl away from her. The tortilla soup had been hot and spicy, sending tendrils of warmth down into the chilliest spots of her aching anatomy. Anyone who said downhill was easy had never tried what they’d just done. Amelia had thought she’d identified all the muscles in her body, but this trip had found new ones. It was amazing that a body could hurt like this and still function. And the aches were mild compared to the fire in her wounded arm. She suspected it had started bleeding again. It was hard to be sure, but the creeping warmth in the midst of that fire sure felt like it.
When they’d reached this little town clinging to the edge of the highway, she’d wanted to weep with relief, but she
