Chapter 7
The walk back through the woods dissolved any lust between them, mainly because they took a wrong turn. There were more stinging nettles, and brambles, and Finn carried Brody on his back over both.
“I wonder why they call it a piggyback?” Brody asked.
“Because you’re a cute little piggy and you’re on my back.”
Brody snorted, and dropped his forehead to Finn’s shoulder. “You’re such a dork”
“Dork? Haven’t heard that for years.”
“Well, it’s making a comeback.”
There was a rustle ahead, and Finn spotted colors through the trees.
“What is it?” Brody asked.
Finn rolled his shoulder, and rearranged Brody before tilting his head to see through the trees. “Just some people.”
“Put me down.” Brody gasped.
Finn frowned. “No, we’re surrounded by nettles and brambles.”
Brody strug
