Warmth Before the Onslaught

Even with WhiskeyTango's sudden movement earlier, IronBaker only stirred slightly, mumbled in her sleep, rolled over, and drifted right back into dreamland.

Bathed in dim light, Harper and WhiskeyTango glanced at IronBaker sprawled out carelessly without the slightest sense of grace, then shared a quiet smile.

The three girls were squeezed inside the cramped tent. It was a tight fit, yet it brough