Chapter 20

The little weasel bailed on me. “You know, you could also get some shower.” “You’re saying I smell?” I mocked her, and my voice came out huskier than I intended, playing so close to her ears, sending shivers down her back. I affected her, more than she cared to admit. “Not to be rude, but yes… grizzly, you do!” she smirked at me. “You go ahead, while you take your shower, I check the pantry for food!” I found myself being pushed to the bathroom, then she closed the...