Chapter 37
When they woke the next morning, tangled in the sheets and each other's arms, Eoin kissed his way down his wife's forehead to her mouth.
'Good morning, wife.'
'Good morning, husband,' she said with a grin. 'Breakfast?'
It didn't take much to reorganize the vehicle from a sleeping space to its normal seating arrangement. The seats slid back into sitting position from the flat bed position with the release of a clip. After a quick dip to refresh themselves, they sat near the vehicle and ate the bars Ally had found in a kit in the back.
'Not very tasty,' she commented between mouthfuls. Eoin nodded in agreement, taking another sip of the water they'd collected to try and wash the tough, dry mouthful down.
'Filling at least,' he said before a piece caught in his throat, leaving him hacking away. It took a few more sips of water to get rid of it. 'Bleagh,' he said while she laughed. 'I can't wait to get home!'