The thin light of dawn showed through the opening in the tent. She glanced around her. Jase’s fur robe had been neatly rolled. Her own clothes lay in a heap where she had dropped them the night before.Last night. She sat up and felt her muscles protest the movement. She had fallen asleep without even eating. What had Jase thought when he discovered her asleep? What he always thought, she realized with a trace of anger. That she was a weakling who would hold him back on this long journey.She would make him eat his words. With fresh determination, she dressed quickly, then bent and rolled her fur robe and placed it on top of the others.Running a hand through the tangles of her hair, she pulled up the fur hood and stepped into the morning air.The biting rich aroma of coffee on the fire greeted her. As she poured a cup, Jase turned from his task."Morning.""Good morning." She averted her gaze. "I’m sorry about last night.""Nothing to be sorry for. I heated the stew for breakfast. You’ll need a good meal before we get started.""Thank you." She filled her plate and sat on a fallen log.
