Page 68 of The Lunatics
“Please do in the future.”
“I will,” I said, letting him go. “I just meant to give you a little boost so you didn’t trip.”
He gave me a veryMichaellook. “And how did that turn out?”
I laughed. “Shots fired.”
“I was merely teasing.”
I bumped my shoulder into his again. “I know.”
We fell quiet for a moment, running together through the night-drenched forest like two creatures born beneath its boughs.
“What do you do for fun?” I asked, because I couldn’t help myself.
“I practice martial arts. Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“I ski in the winter. I travel when I have the time. Two years ago, I became certified in solo skydiving.”
It was my turn to stumble, and Michael’s turn to steady me.
“Caught you off guard with that last one?” he asked, amused.
“Uh… yeah.” In my mind, he sailed through the air in a three-piece suit like something out of a Bond movie.
“What do you do for fun?” he asked. He sounded like he really wanted to know.
“Less expensive things. I hang out with friends. Run with the pack. Normal shifter stuff.”
He glanced at me.
“Not to say that you’re abnormal.”
“That was awfully close to an apology,” he said.
“Honestly, I feel like I should apologize. I keep making assumptions about you.”
“It’s only natural.”
“Doesn’t make it fair.”
He nodded. “True.”
“How long have you trained in martial arts?”
“Since I was a child.”
“You’re fast.”
He was quiet for a minute, and I glanced over to see him frowning.
“What?” I asked.
“I believe I’ve grown faster.”
The way he said it gave me pause. “You don’t mean since we were bonded, do you?”
