Seven Days to Love by Robert Daviau
Excerpt from Chapter Seven – “THE POND CAMP”:
Dawn had already cracked when Vicki smelled the coffee.
Lance was cooking bacon and home fries. Soon, he
scrambled some eggs. The camp was cool and pleasant.
“Don’t worry about the fat content of this breakfast. We are
going to burn it off and then some,” Lance assured her.
Vicki didn’t answer, but fat content was the least of her
worries. She looked at the exhausted beagles, who had
crawled into the camp during the predawn darkness. “What
do we do with them?” she asked.
“They’ll walk in with us. They aren’t that dead.”