The rain beat down on the roof of the canvass tent. The possibility of any construction being accomplished that morning was imposable. The camp took to their shelters to wait out the morning storm. Tess traced her index finger over Dax’s abdomen, the flawlessly toned muscles defined and flexing under the pads of her fingers. His wound had healed surprisingly well and quickly. Tess smiled up at Dax admiring his perfection, how could something so wonderful be so bad for her? Was it possible her whole outlook was flawed? Folding her arms over his chest, Tess rested her chin on her arms and smiled looking Dax square in the eye. “Tell me a story.”
“A story?” He repeated finding the request odd for the moment.
“Yes, Hanna says your people enjoy spinning tal
