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“And yeah, I don’t know what else. Nothing heavy like whips and chains and things, but I’m willing to give most things a try, and if I don’t like them, I can use my safe word, right?”

“That’s right,” he told her.

“Oh, look at that pretty tree. It’s nice.” She walked toward it, but he reached out and grasped hold of her hand, leading her down the path. She expected him to let go of her straight away, but he didn’t. He kept a firm grip on her.

As they came to the clearing where the vehicles were parked, Webb glanced over at them, a look of surprise on his face as he saw Ammo holding her hand.

Then he grinned at them both. “Don’t you two look cute together?”

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

Then she grimaced slightly as she took in the damage on Webb’s truck. Drat. She wished she had the money to fix it.

Ammo just glared at Webb. “If I don’t keep hold of her hand, she wanders off and tries to touch things or eat things.”

“You try to eat poisonous berries one time, and it’s all you hear about,” she grumbled.

Ammo led her to the truck and she paused, tugging on his hand.

Turning, he gave her a look. “What’s wrong?”

“Umm.”

“You need to pee, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” She glanced around. “I’ll just go to the toilet. I’ll be super quick.” Luckily, this had once been a picnic area and had a toilet.

It was old and a bit gross, but it would do.

“Next time, I’m putting you on the toilet myself before we go to get in the truck.”

“I don’t always have to go!”

Just most of the time.

The toilet was tucked away from the carpark behind some bushes which might just have been holding up part of the roof.

She managed to convince him that he didn’t have to stand over her while she peed. Luckily she had some hand sanitizer with her.

When she came back out, Ammo was there. He led her back to the truck and opened the passenger seat before lifting her inside. Webb hopped into the other truck that was there.

Ammo buckled her in, then tested the seatbelt.

“After the doctor’s visit I want to go to my house,” she told him. “Well, what’s left of the house, that is.”

“Not happening.”

“I need to go.”

“No.”

“Ammo, you can’t just say no,” she told him.

“Sure I can. I’m in charge.”

“You’re only in charge because I let you be in charge. If I wanted to be in charge, I could be,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.

He just sent her an amused look. As though he thought she was really cute. “Ammo, I really need to go and look at the house. I just need to see what it looks like, please.”