I do so enjoy writing my girl. She went a bit haywire in book II but she’s back in the saddle for book III and she’s having lots of fun
The air in the kitchen tingled gently against his skin, like stepping out of a sauna right into a cold snowy afternoon, and he didn’t need to look up to know the sourcean had appeared. She grabbed a plate, piled on eggs, took far more bacon than necessary, and even added some burnt pieces of toast. He expected her to leave again, take the food with her, but to his own surprise she moved to stand right next to him, her back to the wall, one leg pulled up like a particularly obstinate flamingo.
“Good morning, captain,” she said with a grin he could only describe as hungry. “I’d ask you if you slept well, but I know damn well what you were up to throughout the night, so I’ll just keep my comments to myself.”
“If keeping your comments to yourself is what you’re trying to accomplish, you’ve already failed,” he pointed out.
“Fair enough. I’m glad to conclude you’re familiarising yourself with my people, then. Should I worry you’re gonna go from door to door? Cause let me tell you, some of them are underage, I think that could get messy.”
“Don’t be vulgar,” was his only comment, which made her laugh. She kept looking up at him as she ate, grinning, repeatedly chewing with her mouth open, and he could only hazard a guess at what kind of barn she’d been raised in. A draughty one, he was sure. Full of hyenas.