“We don’t need to look super convincing as men close up,” Kyra said. “Him? Are you kidding? He’s going to give us man lessons?”
“If it keeps the customers happy… Once through with the hand motions?”Īriana let out a sharp bark of laughter, her eyes twinkling. “I’m sure this is extremely popular with pub owners.” From that angle she asked, “Are you serious? You pour beer on your face?” It’s not quite as entertaining without the beer actually splashing down on your face, but you get the idea.” “Now pretend you’re in the pub, swinging the mug to the tune, and when you get to the part ‘whenever I duck my head under,’ duck your head”-gently, he pushed her head down and to the side-“and tip the mug. He raised her arm and folded her fingers around an imaginary mug handle. Keep rhythm with your foot and lift your hand up as though you’ve got a mug of beer in it.” “Okay,” he said, “now you’ve got to learn the hand motions. My lady lies under the ocean where I cannot get a kiss.įred beamed at her as she finished the verse. If only she could come up here, she’d be the prettiest girl by far.Īlas, she’s under the ocean, I cannot kiss her there,įor whenever I duck my head under, I come gasping up for air. Her skin’s as pretty as lilies, her eyes as bright as a star, “Have you ever heard the song ‘My Love’s a Bonny Lady, if Only She Weren’t a Fish’?”įred taught her the song, and soon she was joining in on the refrain: I’m sure you would have been fine in a minute.” “Besides, as you said, you’re no helpless maiden. They cut their little throats with their sharp hooves.” His arms still cradling Kyra, he demonstrated, paddling his hands under her. “Thought she must be valuable or you wouldn’t have carried her on top of your head. “You saved the pig while I was drowning?” She stiffened and pulled herself away as much as she could. His jacket rough against her skin, the play of muscles in his chest, Kyra was suddenly very physically aware of him. Relieved, she sagged against the boy, and a rush of sensation flooded through her. On the riverbank, Kyra’s pig was sitting happily on the boulder. I grabbed her first and then came back for you.” “Where’s my pig?” She struggled to look down into the water. “Yep, that’s just exactly what I’m talking about.” “You’re kind of cute when you’re angry, has anyone ever told you that?” “I don’t have a ton of experience with rescuing helpless maidens, but I was under the impression they’re usually a lot more grateful.” “On the shore.” Her lungs hurt from holding her breath, her nose was raw inside, she was cold and disoriented, and she was in the most vulnerable position she’d been in in months. “Really? You want me to put you down? Right now?” Kyra realized they weren’t moving. “Don’t flatter yourself,” Kyra said with all of the dignity she could muster. “You know,” he said, “you didn’t have to go to all of this trouble just to get my attention.”
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