Chapter 13Laurie watched as Wheat stood by the outermost door of the bunker and c****d his head, an action Laurie found endearing. He knew Wheat was listening for the rhythmic patter of rain beating down on the trees that sheltered the opening. He was growing more and more worried about his parents and was impatient to leave.
Wheat was better—he’d bounced back unbelievably fast—but Laurie had flatly refused to leave if it was still raining. It was a good thing he could be stubborn when he had to, because when they’d awakened their first morning here, it was to find the rain had eased off, and by lunchtime, it had stopped completely.
Laurie still insisted they wait a few days. Even their bouts of lovemaking hadn’t convinced him Wheat was well enough to travel. Laurie remembered the trip f
