Sun Mote Copse Still getting used to road regrets

Well, lookit that.  Luckily for Niamh, her mate was a silver (brown?) fox and had seen an eclipse or two.  Does that sometimes, though I never bothered tracking it, he said, looking at it with a half-smile.  My ma used to say it was the moon winking at us.  Ma Blackthorn had been a hell of a naturalist but her son had 0 proclivity to anything involving that much attention.  (At least I think I remember that Stevie can hit me if not).

Maybe its tryin it's luck with you, he added, leaning over to nose her ear.  Heavy competition.  It was almost too easy, falling back into charm with her, but with everything that had happened lately she deserved it.  It was almost unreal how the last week or so had played out.