“Good evening, sleepy head,” Rashid winked at her and tossed her a jacket and a clean pair of jeans. “Here, you’re going to need these,” he said. “The sun is going down now and it’s going to start getting colder.” Alea gratefully pulled the sweater over her head and snuggled into the warmth. It had gotten cold fast but the fire was only about two feet away, casting a warm, cozy glow about the area. “What’s that?” she asked, indicating the stick with something over the fire. “That’s our dinner,” he said and turned the meat over to the other side of the make-shift spit. Alea’s mouth watered. “Really?”? she asked, surprised. “It smells much better than it looked.” “I’m sure you’re going to like it,” he said and handed her a chunk that was already cooked. Alea tasted the hot meat and closed her eyes, savoring the delicious, delicate taste. “Oh my,”
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