Eight
“I hope you don’t mind getting your hands dirty since it’s your fault we have to cook tonight,” Aelissm remarked playfully as she dropped her shoulder and let her pack slide to the floor beside the inner front door of her cabin. “I wonder if June let you borrow her camera because she knew it’d slow us up. You must have taken enough pictures with that thing to fill two shoeboxes.”
Pat shrugged and dropped his pack beside hers. “Better two shoeboxes to help me remember Northstar than none.”
Aelissm pointedly ignored his remark and plopped on one of the couches to pull her hiking boots and socks off her tired feet. With a happy sigh at again being barefoot, she wiggled her toes and sank back against the couch. There was little else in the world as relaxing as a hike up to one of the
