Re: The Deck, toward the Bridge
“Good thing,” she muttered with a soft scoff. Like her jungle-speak was good enough to interpret that. As she strolled past him she linked her arms with him, more out of habit than trying to annoy him, but the thought didn’t cross her mind until the deed was already done. With her arm coiled around him, her tattoos writhing against his sunkissed skin, she looked up him with her explanation ready.
“Cool it, big guy. Just showing you where the food is. The good stuff. Scout’s honor and all that.” Honorable and helpful. She practically deserved that rock on his neck. She tugged at his arm to lead him inside.