“Eat so you can get some sleep. I want to pull out at dawn.”
She rebelled against the command. Saying nothing more, she arranged the blankets. Before crawling beneath them, she tucked the tortilla into a fold where he wouldn’t notice. She’d eat later when she had more of a mind for it.
She settled onto her side, facing away from Jeb, and pulled the edge of the blanket to her chin. Heat from the fire warmed her back, and she stared out into the black night beyond their camp.
Had Pop arrived in San Antonio yet? Had Creed kept his word and gotten him to a hospital safely? Was he in pain, or was he taking doses of his elixir regularly to prevent it?
And, oh, God, what of her baby? She missed Nicky so much. The ache soaked clear into her bones.
Where was he? Tears stung her eyes. Was he safe? Was he sleeping peacefully? Was he warm enough? Had he cried himself to sleep, wanting her?
But even more important, would she ever hold him again?
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