She had just finished her own meal when he calmly walked in through the door. She had almost convinced herself that he’d hiked to the nearest road and was surprised—and dare she say relieved—when he reappeared. The situation they were in sucked, but in the shower she’d made up her mind to attempt to be civil. Apparently, Tyler had too, she realized as he sat down at the table without hurling accusations again. She set a plate of eggs and sausage in front of him. Tyler nodded, the closest to a thank you she would get, apparently. She watched him pick up a fork and lay into the food before going to pour him a cup of coffee. She set it down next to his plate and took a seat across the table. “When was the last time you ate?” “I think I had some chips on the plane.” That would explain the Doritos breath from last night. “Other than that, yesterday morning.” He looked up at her as he picked up the coffee and took a sip. “Hmm.” Lena stood up and went to wash up the dishes in the sink.
