Stutely sat broodily, forearms resting on his knees, rolling the beer bottle between his hands. Between the hugs and the introductions and the pizza arriving, it was starting to feel like a proper party, and it was bloody jarring.
Finding the door open on her arrival, Artemis let herself into the parsonage. There was a growing crowd inside the house, and it was easy to slip through unnoticed. Her eyes quickly picked out Will Stutely on the sofa, looking moody and hunched over. But it was a stranger's face that drew her attention – as he seemed to be drawing everyone's attention at this moment, turning from shaking one goddess's hand to embrace what looked like another Merry Man in a warm hug.
Artemis eyed him skeptically. So this was Marian's Robin. About time he showed up.