June’s POV
I wanted to ask Hank about his arm, but Paul junior seemed insistent I follow him to the edge of the house, the young boy keeping an eye on Hank the whole time. “Are ya sure you’re safe out here with that stranger? Surely you just didn’t up and marry the first man who asked ya?!” He sounded slightly worried and afraid, his voice cracking slightly as his whisper got too low.
I patted him on the shoulder in reassurance, feeling bad for the boy. “Paulee, I’m fine. I trust Hank well enough to marry him, don’t I? Plus, the wolves don’t like him either.” I elbowed him slightly in the ribs, trying to make light of the situation. Paul Junior was a good kid; him and all of his little friend being ones I had baby sat for growing up for their parents on occasion.
“Yah… But did you see h
