Ignoring his suddenly racing pulse, Wynn replied, “That doesn’t mean you want me hanging around, throwing it in your face every time you see me that at any moment I might literally head for the hills and become a wild animal.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t either.” Mick smiled slightly. “As long as I don’t have to watch. That would be a bit too freaky I think. Just the picture of Lionel doing it spooked me, and that was before I knew it was the real thing.”
“So if I stick around for a few days, we can see if, well, if what we felt before, or what I felt at least, was the real thing?”
“Oh I felt it too. I thought I made that very clear.”
Wynn snorted. “Not hardly. I propositioned you, sort of, and you said, let’s see if I remember, something about ‘maybe, but my safety was more important at the moment’. Not exactly an enthusiastic response.”