Chapter 36

Sofia could have borrowed some of Gunner's curse words at the interruption. The intensity of Gunner's gaze, knowing of the pleasure that might follow the kissing. . .

Gunner murmured, "Stick close while I handle our company."

After what she'd had to do lately, she was more than happy to let him deal with it.

He used his body to partially shield her from the two men in front of them. Burly fellows wearing strange half-pants made of a dark, coarse fabric that ended loosely at the knees. Leathery vests covered their bare chests and did little to cover the piercings. From the nose on the freckled one with spiked reddish hair to rings dangling from the nipples on the dark-skinned man.

More worrisome, they each held a weapon. A gun for Freckles and a curved dagger for Rings.

"Keep your hands where I can see them." Freckles had a guttural way of speaking.