“Bouldering tonight?” She flicked a twig into the fire’s orange belly. “I thought we could tackle the shelf below Ramshead.”

He pulled a thoughtful stick from the flames. “Okay. Visibility’s pretty good tonight.” His words made curls of vapor against the darkening sky. “You think you’ll be warm enough?”

“I’ll be fine once we get moving.”

He nodded and tossed his torch back into the fire.

“I did mean to bring a hat, though.”

“I know,” he said, pouring her some coffee. “It’s in the truck.”

A smile. “Thanks.” She caught the laughter in his eyes. “I know. I’m really bad about that, aren’t I?”

He gazed at her across the firelight, answered with a wink, and took a sip from his mug.