Olive shifted in her bedroll and sighed softly as she felt a familiar weight towering over her form.

“Aren't you supposed to be keeping watch?” she asked in her sleepy voice as Wayne's form lay on her, supporting himself up with his elbows.

“Not when you're lying down here like a goddess by a poolside,” he whispered and kissed her nape. She chuckled and opened her eyes.

“I'm a goddess by a fireside,” she replied and placed her arms over his ...