“Unless you’re married to Kel.” Why she was bringing up her brother and marriage in the same sentence she was sure, but she got the idea that she had just given away to much about herself and she wanted to backtrack.
Tossing her head back, Ella let out a long and mournful howl, allowing Kit to get a decent head start before dashing into the trees. She wouldn’t take the road, the pavement hurt her paws and she knew the woods better anyway. It was like there was a beacon inside of her, calling her home to the ranch. She had grown up on this mountain, discovering every inch of it, owning half of it. She caught glimpses of Kit through the trees, howling again as she passed him, long strides carrying her into the forest, towards home.
“Interesting.” It was, and it explained a lot to him about why she was so resistant to dating him. She didn’t want to marry anyone, and he could see why, if that’s what she thought marriage was. He saw it as support, she saw it as a trap.
Her howl had goosebumps raising on his spine, but he gunned the engine faster, grinning as he took the curves far too fast. He’d grown up doing this though, he knew how and where he could push, and where he had to hold back before he started truly flying. Her howls followed him, and he refused to get left behind, leaning further over the handlbars.