She beams, all white teeth and sparkling blue-gray-green eyes. The world swims a little. That smile’s a dangerous thing. “Instead of nipples, females nurse their babies through folds in their abdominal fur.” “I see.” Bea said nipples, and I’m blushing like a schoolboy. I clear my throat, cheeks heating. When I tear my gaze away from the platypus leggings, I see she’s still holding her arms harshly behind her back, concealing her shopping basket. “Bea, why are you hiding your basket?” Pink splashes on her cheeks. “Basket? What basket?” “The one you’re holding behind your back.”
