Page 158 of Bride of Choice

“Yes,” he said simply, eyeing those smokestacks growing closer and closer.

“What the hell was it, then?” I’d like to know!

Stopping long enough to give me a long, sideways glance, he smiled a little, humor lighting his features. I failed to see how any of this was funny!

“Jojo no know?” His lips quirked, and I just wanted to smack him one.

“No! Obviously!”

Realizing I was well and truly freaked, he motioned for me to calm myself. Wrong thing to do.

My nostrils flared and if I could puff smoke from them I so would. Lips pursing, my eyes narrowed.

“Calm.” A soft chuckle left him. Holding his hands up defensively, he teased, “No hurt the Boog!”

Slapping at his arm, I demanded to know, “Tell me!”

“We be followed,” he finally admitted.

“And you think having a stalker is funny?” I screeched.

With a sharp bark of laughter, Boog turned, calling out to whoever was following us, hidden by the greenery and white capped shit surrounding us, in Lo denaii.

A branch snapped loudly and then a rock went whizzing by Boog’s face. Boog ducked and caught it, tossing it up to catch it once more. The fool laughed at the whole thing like it was hilarious.

“Well?!” I shouted, my gaze pingponging from the direction that rock had shot at Boog from to the Booger in question.

“He no want Boog say.”

“Well isn’t that just fucking skippy!” Throwing my hands up, I decided to wash my hands of this weirdness, stomping away from Boog and our invisible follower.

Boog was laughing so hard it took him a minute to catch up to me.

“Are you ever going to tell me?” I huffed and puffed, my sassy pants pulled up to my arm pits, kissing my underboobs today.

“Jo really want know?” Boog asked carefully.

Pausing to eye him, I muttered, “When you say it like that, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Ey! Where you go? Where Jo beed?” Rek stormed up to us, eyeing my bags as Boog acted as my bellhop.

“Ey!” I shot back, “Where you brain? Why such big jerk?! Grr-grrr-grrr!” and flicked the tip of his nose.

Booger chuckled as Rek clapped his hands to his face, hissing at me as we passed.

“Hello, Rek. Nice to see you, too. Why, thank you, Joanie. It’s been a minute. I’ve missed you, too. Tee-hee!” I mock cooed as Boog escorted me to my hut.

“Rek no sound like that,” Rek growled out from behind us.

“I know, but I can dream,” I shot back sweetly.

“Make sound Rek haves no balls,” the furball grumped under his breath.

“As opposed to the peanuts you’re toting around now?” I quipped.

“Peanuts…” Boog chuckled, turning to Rek to show him the proposed size of his testicles, just in case he didn’t know.

“Rek balls not… small. Rek have big, BIG balls! Joanie wishes she had Rek’s big balls!” He’d stopped walking, calling out to us.

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