Peggy wasn't sure how to feel about the way he was looking at her. Partly it intrigued her and made her remember the times he had made her feel like a goddess but there was a lingering, niggling spark at the back of her head that told her it felt wrong.
"So you make a habit of climbing the tree like a monkey, and do what, exactly? Set up camp for the night?" she said with a little bit of lightness in her voice as she was teasing him. Peg knew exactly what he was doing up the damn tree but he was being such a boy about it.
That heated gaze was hard to miss though and she had dual urges to cover up and flaunt it. "Maybe you should come inside for a cup of tea. You must have a bloody concussion..." she said, shaking her head and swaying her hips as she walked into the house again.