“A little afternoon delight?” The voice came from behind them and held little amusement. She allowed the gun to fall back into the pocket of the backpack and spun toward the wry voice. Nate stood in the path of the woods, holding Spencer’s hand. Her heart froze, and for a moment, she felt as if she’d been caught cheating on him. Maybe it had something to do with his eyes flinging poisonous darts their way. “Nate,” she said, removing Jimmy’s hands from her hips and stepping away. She shifted the backpack on her shoulders and prayed the gun wouldn’t fall out of the still-unzipped pocket. “What—what are you doing here?” “I woked up already. Why you wrestling with that guy? Who’s he? Is he marrying you?” Spencer said, dropping Nate’s hand. For once Annie was glad of Spencer’s inane questions. “No, he’s not my husband. We’re just friends.” “Oh,” Spencer said, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He shifted his attention to the mounds behind her before stomping through the high grass surrounding the clearing, heading for his best chance at getting dirty.
