Bridget bided her time, although that proved difficult. She never was good at being patient. It was one of her numerous failings, and she was all too aware of that as she fought her natural urge to fidget. They traveled another three hours and just as dawn crested the horizon, their carriage made a stop at a coaching inn to allow the horses time to rest.
“Tell me we’re staying a while, Trys.” Graham grumbled like a weary child.
“We could push on,” Trystan suggested.
Much to Bridget’s amazement, he seemed unaffected by his lack of sleep, while Bridget, Graham, and Kent were all fighting to stay awake.
“We could.” Kent stuffed a fist against his mouth as he fought off a yawn. “But honestly, I am exhausted. We haven’t slept since we left London. Staying here for a few hours won’t hurt us.
