Ty fought the grin curving his lips, but knew he had failed when Ella shot him yet another dirty glance. He would be shocked if the entire village and half the valley didn’t hear them coming from the way she was knocking the brush out of the way. She had tried to stomp, but the stab of pain from her ankle quickly reminded her that she needed to be careful.
“It’s not funny,” she muttered angrily.
“You’re adorable when you’re mad,” Ty replied, grinning at her.
“Will you please be serious? They are going to kill you!” she hissed, stabbing at another branch.
Ty raised his eyebrow and stared at the hole in broad leaf. If the rest of the village got as angry as Ella, she was probably right. He absently slid his hand down to the pocket of his cargo pants. His fingers reassuringly brushed over
