“If she wants to learn French, I don’t see any reason why I should say no.” As young as she was, Marigold would probably pick up faster on the second language. Her attention went to Marigold. “What do you say, Sweetness? Want to learn French?” The girl shrugged and nodded.
Leah snorted softly. “It’s cute when you’re clumsy.” A pause, then amended, “When it doesn’t put us in danger of being overrun by infected, anyway.” They’d had far too many close calls because of his lack of coordination. That wasn’t to say that she was never at fault herself. As many times as Evan had tripped over his own feet, Leah had engaged them in twice as many pointless arguments that distracted them from oncoming danger.
Marigold liked answering question almost as she liked asking them. She perked up when Evan asked about her favorite Disney princess. “Cinderelli, ‘cause her gots pretty shoes an’ a fairy godsmother an’ mouse-horsies.”
In an effort to keep from being the worrywart that ruined the vacation — not that she wasn’t making things awkward enough — Leah chose to take the reassurance Evan offered. Brandon and O’Brien and the rest of the crew would take care of things back at Sing Sing. There wouldn’t be another attack from the government so soon. She bit her lip. Shit. So much for not worrying. She sighed.
Leah hummed a laugh and glanced in Marigold’s direction to make sure the little girl wasn’t paying any attention to them. “Cheapen the moment, he says,” she mocked, returning her attention to him. “How much cheaper can you get after a comment about sand being in places where the sun don’t shine?”