By the end of the day, after riding down to the two monuments and then Spearfish Canyon on the back of a bike, London’s butt hurt. She felt like she’d been rubbed raw in some places. Not that she would ever complain loud enough for Tuck to hear.
After dinner, when they went back to the room for the evening. She gathered her pajamas and excused herself, saying she needed to take a quick bath. She was planning on a hot soak to help ease her muscles, because she planned on using some of those muscles later. She didn’t want it to hurt too badly when she did.
“Sounds good,” Tuck said. “I need to call and check in with Gizmo, see if he uncovered anything new.”
“Oh good, I didn’t want to leave you waiting for me. Just twiddling your thumbs.”
Tuck chuckled. “I don’t twiddle my thumbs.” He pull
