Brantley was standing with a tray of assorted cheese, pancakes, maple syrup and baked potato. The smell of food wafted through her nostrils and her stomach grumbled.
She narrowed her gaze at him and said, "You and I have a lot to talk!"
He smiled. "We do have to talk a lot Dawn. The thing is that I can't wait to talk to you," he said and walked to the desk to keep her food. He waved his hand at it and said, "First you eat." His gaze flitted to the small rack that was laden with food in her tent. "I hope you haven't eaten anything from there."
Dawn shook her head. "No! I waited for one of you. However, if you wouldn't have come, I would have attacked that food."
Brantley pursed his lips and muttered a sorry. Then he went to pick a strawberry from the rack and held it high against the lights.
"What are you looking at?" asked Dawn as she sat on the chair and began eating like a hippo.
