Hideaway Strath The temperature of the air on the bow of the Kaleetan.

And so Towhee put him in the ‘potential fuck’ category, leaving the Ostrega slightly amused and used all at once. “You’ll be throwing all the cash at me after checking out my ass,” he rumbled in response, sinewed shoulders lifting in a light shrug. He could have continued, but stopped at Towhee’s direction, her eyes blinking at the fog.

Had he heard what?

He paused, allowing the quiet to envelop them both as he listened. And then only realized—what the fuck had she managed to hear?

“Cute, Towhee.” He noted, his muzzle tilting. “Is this where you have me investigate and then off me somehow to avoid a good roll in the sack?”