“Montague.” Cait said, in a soft, low voice, seething with anger. XXX Might be twenty. “Can I please have my arms back.” Cait said, trying to change the subject and not to make it sound like she was begging. “Nothing.” She glanced at her other arm sitting upright on Montague’s side table. “I didn’t really get to ask many questions.”
Max gradually eased out of the hug then started using her hands to redirect water all over Cait’s body to remove the soap. “Well, this meal isn’t going to eat itself.” He picked up his utensils and began to eat his food. And then he sent me back.”
“He didn’t… try anything?” Max narrowed her eyes suspiciously. With what little remained of her arms her attempt at a return hug resulted in her slightly squishing Max’s chest. “Thank you.” She said in a hoarse whisper.
