I wondered if Batten always snored. It seemed like something I should have known before now. It did nothing to squelch my desire to boink him, not even when it got rough and guttural. The snoring, that is. I liked the boinking that way just fine, thanks. The firelight got low and hissed and popped while we relaxed. A couple times, I became aware of movement in the shadows, but while it remained at a distance, it didn’t seem to be a problem. I checked my mini Cougar and found a full clip, six rounds. “Are you hungry, Dr. B.?” “You brought food?” “There’s a vending machine on the other side of the petrol station. I could get you something? Chips? A candy bar, perhaps?” I dug in Harry’s pockets for change and finger-counted the jiekngasaldi coins I had left: five. I had my wallet in my go-bag, but no cash in it. I nodded gratefully, and Declan got up and ambled off to fetch some chocolate.
