Sarah smiled through the agony. The hot water was excruciating and wonderful. “Okay. You’re right. And then you can bathe? Oh God the water will be filthy.”
“I’ll change it. I don’t need nearly as much.”
“What are you saying?” She moaned and gasped as she fought to lay back and soak her tired muscles.
“That I can get by bathing with little water.”
She nodded. “I’m still thanking God for the working toilet here.”
“And I’m thanking Him for the loaded gun.”
“Gah. I’m being such a woman.”
“As you should be.”
“Not at a time like this. It’s foolish.” She looked at Micah stirring in the pot over the fire. “God I’ve never been so hungry for cat before.”
“Me either.” He lifted the spoon and sipped the juice. He gave a long moan.
