Chapter 14Frye woke, surprised to feel warmth along his back. He turned over and saw Markle there, his body pressed up against Frye. Frye hadn’t woken up when Markle climbed into his bed. That was odd.
Even odder was the bright light coming in through the curtained window. It was late. They should have been on the road by now.
“Markle,” Frye said, gently laying his hand on Markle’s shoulder. “We need to get moving. The sun’s already up.”
Markle’s eyes slowly fluttered open. The deep brown of his irises seemed darker as they peered up at Frye. He didn’t say anything, only stared.
Frye gazed back, not wanting to break whatever concentration Markle kept.
It seemed they looked at each other for an hour, longer, before Markle finally moved. Instead of pulling away, climbing from the bed an
