With a shake of his head and a cynical smile, he continued to walk, relying on hard physical exercise to dampen the almost painful reaction
of his body.
And to her credit, at least she wasn’t a moaner. So far he hadn’t heard
a single comment about blisters or broken nails, wet hair, or insect bites.
He’d expected her to c***k or at least show signs of nerves or exhaustion
but she just kept on going, planting her feet firmly in front of her. And
on the few occasions when she’d slipped on the increasingly muddy
path, she’d regained her balance and glared at him, as if daring him to
patronize her with an offer of help that they both knew would be
delivered with condescension.
Even when they’d had to cross the river and she’d slipped on the glassy boulders and fallen neck-d
