Chapter Five
Hazel found it difficult to meet Tam’s eyes in the morning. She was embarrassed by their kiss. Embarrassed, and ashamed. How could she have responded to Tam when it was Drewet she loved?
Tam wasn’t embarrassed. He whistled jauntily as he folded up his blanket and stowed it in the packsaddle.
Hazel folded her own blanket, not looking at him as he strapped the packsaddle onto Marigold’s back. She buried the blanket in her sack and yanked the drawstring tight.
“Toss that over here,” Tam said, holding out one hand.
Hazel hugged the sack to her chest. “You needn’t come any further. Mottlethorpe’s only two hours from here. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“We’re coming,” he said, and gestured with his hand for the sack.
Hazel hugged it more tightly. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Tough,”
