CHAPTER SEVEN
Meghan opened her eyes in the early light of the morning. Darcy lay sleeping peacefully in the swag next to her. She took the opportunity to study his handsome face.
His bronzed face was speckled with a line of freckles across his nose. His eyelashes were long and dark. His full lips were parted slightly. He smelled of sweat and horse.
His breathing shallowed, and he stirred. She rolled over and turned her head to Lachie's empty swag. She sat up and looked around but couldn’t see him amidst the other campers. He had been sound asleep when she and Darcy had returned late last night.
"Morning." Darcy's voice was husky with sleep.
"Morning." She patted down her hair. It probably looked frightful. "I wonder where Lachie is?"
"Probably getting food or puking in the bathroom,
