Jake frowned as he watched Kaitie step off the porch before him. She was wearing a backpack with medical supplies and treats for the juvenile Bigfoot. He should have been the one to carry it, but with his injuries still being troublesome, he could not. That bothered him. He knew Kaitie could do it, but he wanted to do it for her, so she did not need to.
Kaitie cast a glance over her shoulder, her hand reaching back to Jake. “What’s the matter?” she inquired, a playful smile gracing her lips. “You should be beaming with joy, liberated from the confines of the house, ready to reunite with your friends.”
“I am thrilled and excited, but I should be carrying your pack, not you,” Jake said as he took her hand, and they began to walk side by side.
“No, you’re not,” Kaitie said as she squeezed
