Chapter 20

The little weasel bailed on me.

“You know, you could also get some shower.”

“You’re saying I smell?” I mocked her, and my voice came out huskier than I intended, playing so close to her ears, sending shivers down her back. I affected her, more than she cared to admit.

“Not to be rude, but yes… grizzly, you do!” she smirked at me. “You go ahead, while you take your shower, I check the pantry for food!”

I found myself being pushed to the...