None of that weighed much, and asking him to take those things seemed wrong. But under the circumstances, transferring the bulk of her stuff made logical sense even if it did hurt her pride a bit. Roarke led the way and was, she supposed, following his nose. Although it wasn’t raining, that made no difference to the wetness factor as she brushed against wet bushes and walked under dripping trees. The constant exercise and the nice view of Roarke’s backside kept her warm enough, but once they stopped moving and darkness arrived, she knew the chill would set in. Even though they’d left the trail, she had a fair idea of where they were. As a teenager living out her Indiana Jones fantasies, she’d camped out overnight many times with her brother. Once they’d learned to make cairns to mark their travels, they’d done that incessantly. Apparently many of them were still there, because she’d already noticed a few. Judging from the cairns, she and Roarke weren’t far from a cave Abby and her brother had discovered.
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