XIII
The Hunt OneCampbell awoke when something wet lapped across his lips. He felt confused and queasy before he remembered all the alcohol he'd drunk. Something warm and slobbery slapped across his lips again.
“Yuck!” he yelled, and opened his eyes with a disgusted squint and a cringing expression. He stared back down a long nose into the two chocolate brown orbs that were gazing back at him with love. “Hana, you know I hate being licked on the lips. I wish you would stop that.”
Hana's tongue whipped out before Campbell could move. She playfully swiped him across the lips a third time.
“I'm beginning to wonder about you, Burt Campbell,” Penelope said, laughing from somewhere behind him.
Campbell heaved Hana aside and sat up. He felt light-headed and dizzy as the room began to spin.
