Two Tents, Part 2 by Lynn Townsend
Lane would be hard-pressed at that moment to name a luxury more sinful than a hot shower. Given that there was no chance at all she’d get that, she would have settled for a space heater. She didn’t have that, either. So a warm, dry Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and a baggy set of men’s sweats were going to have to hold her for now.
She stole a glance toward the main body of the tent. What was this thing, the Taj Mah-tent? She’d never seen such a large camping dwelling before. You could almost hold a wedding reception in the thing, and she didn’t have to duck her head at all. Made her little two-man kit cover its face in shame, or it would if she could have found the damn thing. In better times, she might have imagined that Kyle was just incompetent, or distrac
