She lay there alone in the bed, still naked, listening to see if she could hear him. Then the familiar thud echoed out and she grinned. She climbed out from the warmth of the covers and pulled her clothes on. She sauntered onto the porch, swinging lazily from one of the posts as she watched Matt throwing his knives. He cocked his arm back, eyeing the log, and thrust the knife forward. It missed entirely, falling uselessly into the tall grasses beyond. “You’re really bad at that,” Tawny said with a laugh. She stumbled down the steps and he greeted her with a soft kiss. “I’m determined to get better, though,” Matt retorted. “That must count for something.” “I’m sure the log appreciates the thought,” Tawny sniggered. “You know what? Maybe you just need to learn to focus.” “I’m sure that’s it,” Matt said as he rolled his eyes.
