"Maybe I can help with that better than him," Vann said softly. I stared at him unable to figure out what to do. All I could do at the moment was stare at the way the breeze tousled his hair.
I stared at Vann as the wind blew past us, mingling our scents and making my senses go haywire.
"What are you doing here?" That was the first thing that I asked.
Vann turned sideways to nod at Orwell who left at once. Then looked at Amanzi who crossed his hands across his chest as he stared at Vann challengingly, as he commented, "Not gonna move from here, buddy."
"Amanzi, please," He stared into my eyes, at the way my tone had an emphasis in it. It was an order, not a request.
As if understanding the intent behind the two words I had spoken, Amanzi finally let down his arms, sighed and walked aw
