15Becca sat on the edge of Gaby's pickup, hands wrapped around a mug of steaming coffee.
“Honey?”
Becca squinted and stared, momentarily confused. Then she saw Noah standing before her, a glass jar filled with golden liquid in one hand and a spoon in the other. She paused. What kind of person carried a jar of honey into the wilderness? Still, she nodded and watched Noah unscrew the cap and dip the spoon. He held the utensil above her cup and let the viscous fluid drip languidly into her coffee.
“Another?”
Becca covered the cup with her hand and shook her head. Noah stared for a moment, then handed her the spoon. She dipped it into the cup and stirred, clanking on the sides of the mug. “Thank you.” She didn't meet his eyes, but looked instead across the river to the rugged land where sh
