Prospecting
Lifting a curious eyebrow, Bishop studies Teagan while she peers up at him. She’s unmoving and he doesn’t entirely know why. There’s a spark of something there, a flicker of desire inside of him. But he’s told himself she’s off limits, because he ain’t going to be the man that fucks up her go at a patch. Life will be hard enough for her, she doesn’t need it made that much harder by men assuming she earned the patch while lying on her back.
“That an invitation?” Bishop asks despite himself, the all too familiar smirk pulling up one side of his mouth. “Or are you just making sure I know where to direct someone if they need a prospect to go doing their dirty work for ‘em?”
He was walking a fine line and he knew it. Part of him wished she could have been happy as a bitch, finding some task to do around camp when there wasn’t a man looking for her company. But he’s spent enough time with her by now to know that that just ain’t Teagan. She never would have been happy living that kind of existence. Now he just hopes she’s able to make it through prospecting, which he’s got a real feeling she will.
So while Teagan didn’t step out of his way, Bishop also didn’t make any move to step around her. He was content staying right here and seeing exactly what was going to transpire between them.