Four
I shrieked and threw my bushel of firewood at him.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my camp!" I yelled at him as I covered my eyes. Oh no, now he could attack me! I quickly opened my eyes again, was met with —for the lack of better words — ding dong that burned my corneas and decided that covering up was still the better choice. If I died now, that was probably for the best. Then I wouldn't have to see him in all his “male glory”. In fact, just kill me now.
"Relax, it is just me," he called, his voice low and hoarse and oddly sexy.
With one hand covering my face, I felt around for my bag. Without really looking at anything, I threw it in his general direction. "Cover yourself up!"
"Alrighty, if you don't want a peek at the goods, your loss." I could just hear the smirk in h
