“What are you suggesting, Bubba?” She c****d an eyebrow at me and gave me a grin.
“I meant a couple of rooms.” I blushed. I don’t blush. Ever. Except then. I was suddenly real happy that Skeeter could only see what I saw, not what I looked like. I grabbed the duffel bag Agent Hall handed me and tossed it over one shoulder. Then I wrapped one arm around her and started trying to make my way up the hill.
We’d only made it about ten feet before I saw this arrangement wasn’t working. I set the duffel bag down and dropped to one knee. “Climb on.” I said.
“Excuse me? I think you can do better than that if you’re going to proposition a girl out in the middle of the woods.”
“I’ve got to give you a piggyback ride outta here. I can sling your duffel around my neck in front of me, but I need both
