Township Route 1306

Ethan was a little surprised but kissed Dori as she pulled him toward her. The firm pressure of her lips against his forced him to breathe through his nose and he began to feel better. God, he loved this woman. He should tell her that more often.

She leaned back and smiled at him. "Better?"

"You're amazing. Did I hit my head at all when we tipped? I think I had a dream or..."

"No, you didn't hit your head and I'm pretty sure that wasn't a dream. I can't really remember anything about them though. But you should take a look at the dry bag."

Ethan examined the blue vinyl bag, running his fingers over a patch. "That's new. I can't even remember their names," Ethan said. "What happened to us?"

Dori started the car. "I don't know. I doubt whatever they told us were their real names anyway. think we brushed against something that decided to give us a hand."

Ethan laughed a little. "A bit more than just a hand."

"We were together and we had fun, and I love you. Nothing else matters. But I am not capable of driving very far and I think I really need a drink. There's a B&B is right up the street, I vote we stay there."

"The website said there was a pub next door. 'The Shaker' I think."

"Perfect," she said, backing the car out. "And either before or after a couple of drinks, I'm dragging you to a bed and having my way with you."

"Why not both?"

"Interesting. Are you boasting, sir?"

"Are you afraid to find out?"

"I'll race you up the stairs," she said, turning toward the B&B.