Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

Sedona was nice, but... there was always a "but." “I had some silly notion that I would find my father. That’s the boring answer, though. I also just wanted to get out and see the world like most of the manly men in my family tend to do, find a pretty lady, and start cranking out some little squirts of my own.” Viggo's great-grandfather and grandfather had both lived in the north, although he recalled that his great-great-grandparents had come from Sedona. There was a whole lot of history there, and Viggo had sat through hours and hours of his grandparents waxing away about the "good ol' days up north." Apparently their home had been trashed by a volcano.

He had not overlooked her not-so-subtle movements toward him, and he accepted them with ease (no matter how much Chelsie thought Ptarmigan looked a fool). “Do you often cuddle up to boys?” he began, “Or just the pretty ones?” he asked, golden eyes glinting with amusement.