Chapter 33

Beau

“Is there anything I can help with?” She asked.

“Oh,” I said, leaving Wyatt to his wandering thoughts of the strange encounters of the Brianna kind.

“I washed the clothes you had on the other night, they’re out back on the line but probably won’t be dry for an hour or two so I’ll show you the shower in a bit, I'm sure you want to wash up,” I let her know.

“Thank you,” she said, with a look of relief, “that would be great.”

“So this is him? The gator?” she asked, gesturing toward the meat before gingerly touching her head as if just realizing how close to death she had come. She winced making Wyatt’s eyes narrow, mother hen indeed.

“You alright?” he asked, moving closer to her and peering down from his height to where she was testing her scalp.

“Mon Sha, let me see,” he said softly. There it was again, the endearing distinction coming out of nowhere. As her hand fell away from her heavy mass of hair, messily piled on top of her head he slid one hand up the opposite side of h