“Do you know how to light it?” she asked from behind, staring at the damn thing as if it were an apparition.
“No.”
“Oh, dear.”
“We will have to hunt for our food.”
“Hunt!”
“Yes.”
She held up a hand. “What do you mean we?”
“I did not kidnap myself to this cottage. We shall partake in hardship together.”
He waited while she thought about what that might entail, and the lady surprised him by smiling.
Sweet mercy. Her smile was a bit crooked, but it was also extraordinarily lovely.
“Since we shall partake equally in the pleasure, I daresay it is a fair statement that we endure hardship jointly.”
Simon choked. The damn minx!
“Well, then,” she said with a laugh, “shall we hunt together?”