“Oh, really?” Claire said. Noah is gonna have a cow over that.
“I can imagine, but that"s the plan. I"d love to be a fly on the wall when Noah hears about that,” Thad said, his grin growing wider.
“I bet you would. Unfortunately, I think I"m going to have a front row seat.” She laughed and pulled him into a hug. “You take care of yourself, you hear?”
“I plan on it.”
Three days later, they had put fifty kilometers behind them. In another three days or so, they would near the shores of the sss. Owen took up the rear of the slogging column as it trod through the thick understory. Beside him walked Claire, tramping pole in hand. She had been quiet since they struck out and, though he pinned it chiefly on the deaths of their friends, he felt there was something more, as if there was some lo
