I groan aloud and Nadia’s eyes snap to mine. “Are you growling?” I shake my head and keep my eyes on the road, hauling the trailer carefully behind us. “That’s very feral-mountain-man of you. I went from thinking you didn’t talk at all to realizing that you mostly speak in grunts and growls.” She crosses her arms across her midsection and leans back in the seat with a pleased smile on her face. “A lesser woman would think you were nuts. Lucky for you, nuts works for me.” God, give me patience to endure Nadia Dalca.
