"I've been meaning to ask you about that."I panted after him. I was really glad I'd worn my flat-soled boots. "I thought you were supposed to have a great, big, bushy, red beard."
"I shaved."Thor's pace quickened, and I practically had to run to keep up. "I've been spending a lot of time in Hawaii and it gets itchy with the heat. Beards are for cold weather."
"Okay, great."I felt like that little dog in the old cartoons that jumps around the big dog panting, What d'ya wanna do today, Spike? Huh, Spike? Huh? Except this little dog was being dragged. "So, you shaved it; looks good. I like the stubble, but there's one other thing I've been meaning to ask."
"What?!"Thor stopped again and threw down my hand as if holding it were too much encouragement for my mouth.
"Where are we going?"My v
