Not in bed, certainly, but where? She cracked one eye open to a sideways view of a room. A cabin…a hard surface against her cheek…sitting rather than lying…And then the night before came tumbling back.Her hair was pulled again. Not painfully, but more out of impatience. She pried her cheek from where it stuck to the table, turned her head, and was met by two vertically slitted golden eyes, a startled bleat, and a blast of goat breath.“Ah, you’ve met!”Cate sat up at the sound of Nathan’s voice. He stood braced in the doorway of the sleeping quarters, hair matted, blood-streaked shirt rumpled and askew. Both eyes had blackened in the night, one swollen considerably more than the other. It left him looking quite cockeyed.“We haven’t exactly met,” she said, eyeing the goat. The beast ducked its head to snatch her hair again, bleating in protest when Cate reflexively jerked away.“Hermione, mind your manners, you ruddy beast. You needn’t be afraid of her,” Nathan directed to Cate.He balefully regarded the goat as he crept across the room.
