He slants a look at her, mouth unruly with that smile sauntering across it, all lazy and pleased.

That high color in her cheeks is worth every barb tossed back at his head.





The rest of his expression maybe goes unmarked as he ducks his head, but the flash of white teeth in tan skin is surely hard to miss, particularly when they start through the dappled shade thrown by largely leafless trees and the dark spears of pine arching over their path.

"Then I guess you ain't got nothin to worry about."