Shadewood We are in the war.

Riley grinned, setting out another big stretch in the pool of sunlight just out the den. He happened to think his girl/boy logic was infallible, and it pleased him to hear Masque could find no flaw in it.

As he turned back around to see how she was progressing, he fancied he saw a dark shadow flit across the merlot mask painting her face. Riley couldn’t read minds, but he paused.

Whatever it was, it was gone in seconds. He offered a shoulder to her as she hobbled forward. Well, have you ever seen me fish? Trust me, you’ll laugh. While his mind didn’t happen to go anywhere frisky, he wouldn’t have minded a different kind of show later on.