She grimaced with distaste and he chuckled. Clothing and Copper simply didn’t get along together.
“Well?”
“All right,” she said unhappily.
“And there’s one more condition.”
“What’s that?” she asked suspiciously.
“That you tell me about this place. You obviously know something about it, and with all your talking, you’ve never mentioned it to me.”
“It is forbidden to talk of these things to men,” Copper said—and then, perversely, “Do you want me to tell you now?”
“No—it can wait. We have come a long way and I am hungry. I listen poorly on an empty stomach. Let’s go back to the jeep and you can tell me later.”
Copper smiled. “That’s good,” she said. “I’d feel better away from this place.”