“I feel like a kid on a date,” she laughed, glancing up at me shyly.
“Youarea kid!” I laughed back. “Well, compared to me.”
“Yeah, coz you’re practically decrepit. Just look at you, all falling apart like an old man.” She slapped my taut abs, and I tucked her under my arm and nuzzled my lips against the top of her head.
“Yourold man,” I replied. “So, who’s your daddy?” I tightened my grip, but somehow, she’d gone tense, stiffening against me.
Something was wrong.
“What is it?” I said sharply, stopping and looking down at her.
She shook her head. “Nothing. Just…hungry.”
I narrowed my eyes. Her face was too cloaked in shadows for me to read her expression. “It’s not nothing.” I could feel it. That thing that lurked beneath the surface.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sasha said firmly, her gaze suddenly clear. I digested her words for a second, then backed down.
“Then let’s get you fed.”
