Dani pressed her cheek against Zed’s back, enjoying the warmth seeping through his shirt. Eventually the houses became better kept and more organized, and suddenly they were approaching the improvised village of trailers that housed the League offices. The trailers, located right across the street from Parish Hall, were prefabricated to look like charming little Cape Cod style cottages, but it was very clear they didn’t match the town’s down-home aesthetic. Dani noted the location of the grocery store, the post office, and the library. She would definitely have to make a stop at Bathtilda Boone’s Pie Shop.

Zed slowed his bike to a (gentle, of course) stop in front of the Parish Hall and offered his hand to help Dani off the bike. Her legs had regained some of their steadiness, but she appreciated the gesture.

“Thank you for the ride, Zed.”

“You’re welcome. If you need help getting back to the house, ask me or Jillian—hell, come to the Parish Hall and ask Bael—for a ride. No going wandering around, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of trying,” she promised.

“Jillian’s office is in the biggest trailer, right there. Building One. So everybody knows she’s the one in charge.”

“Thanks. I think I’ll stop by the post office first. I need to set up a PO Box. It will be kind of nice to have a real address for a change. My grandpa will finally have a place to send letters. He hates email with a passion.”

Zed grinned down at her. She had no issues with her size, but being around Zed made her feel like a delicate little flower. And she was going to enjoy that feeling.

“You should know that our postmaster, Bonita De Los Santos, is a touch-know psychic, meaning she can tell what’s happened to an object, or around an object when she touches it. It makes her sorting the mail really easy, but you have to be careful what you hand her.”

“So stop delivery on my Sex Toy of the Month Club membership while I’m here. Got it.”

Zed’s eyes bugged out and he choked out a laugh, so hard he bent over at the waist and propped his hands against his knees.

“Okay, so I’m gonna go. Sorry about the choking.”

Zed was wiping at his face. “No, no, cher. It takes a lot to make me choke on my own air. Good job. Go, but keep your sex-toy-purchase-thoughts to yourself.”

“No promises!” Dani was grinning all the way to the post office. There was a tremendous feeling of power in bringing a man of Zed’s proportions down with a slightly crude joke. And she appreciated that he didn’t get all grumpy about her using “blue humor.” There was a certain comfort in spending time with a man who could laugh at a sexy joke without making it weird.