Chapter 11

• He turned toward the shelter and saw the bare feet sticking out from under a small tarp. “Someone had way too much mead last night, from the looks of it.”
• She dropped her hands and started to walk over. “We can’t leave them to catch pneumonia while sleeping off too much fun.” She grinned at him. “They’re going to be sorry enough as it is.”
• Shrugging, he walked over then squatted down and patted the leg. “Oh, they’re out for the duration. Freezing, too.”