Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

He was absorbed by her mannerisms. She tried so hard to appear casual. He’d been trying the same- perhaps that was the only reason he could see through it.

“Ocean’s good for heat. Sorry all the same.” What kind of heat, he wondered? But he wouldn't press the subject now. When Judah pulls his eyes up to her’s he’s once against struck by just how bright they are. Warm; golden; like mom’s had been.

“My family ran away from home, too.” His voice tapers to shrug. He forces the image of them from his mind. 

The girl had a savage appetite. It was hard not to appreciate that.

“C’mon,” Judah urged, rising to three legs and swinging a head over his shoulder.