“It was hard, yes,” Andros admitted frankly. “They’re all grown up, I mean, married and I’ve got a herd of grandchildren, but it was hard. One day I’ll go home with some money in my pocket. They deserve better than what our little island can give them, even if I was rich by our very low standards. A house in the city with running water, maybe they could…”
He stopped himself before he could finish: stay home and never have to go out in public, like proper rich women. He guessed Miki wouldn’t like that. She certainly wasn’t staying out of public view. The idea of her in a veil was ridiculous. How would she even tie a headscarf around those horns?
Miki was so different from Elena and the girls. She must have stood out everywhere she went, and clearly that didn’t bother her. She seemed so confident. It was fascinating to Andros, and he reacted to her suggestion with undisguised happiness.
Grinning from ear to ear, he accepted. “I’d love it if you’d travel with me. I plan to resume my route in the morning. I’ll be heading north to the Guild Tower at Breniven. It’s a few days from here. I have a cart and donkey along with my other animals, you can ride up top with me.”
Andros felt flattered and excited. He still couldn’t admit to himself that he was crushing on this remarkable person who’d saved his life. It was a very unfamiliar sensation, but there it was.
“You don’t seem tame to me at all,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Miki before taking a sip of his soup to cover his embarrassment.
