Will shrugged. “So it’ll be crumpled. I’m a Ranger, not a court dandy.”
“You’re getting as bad as Halt,” she said, pulling the other two equally bunched-up shirts from the bag and laying them on the blanket.
Will grinned at her, and his grim, bearded face was instantly transformed by the expression. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” he said.
















