“How long do you have?”
“All day,” she said. “And all night.”
Kurt nodded. “In that case, we’d better take a shortcut.”
He pulled on the horse’s reins, and Inchworm began to move, plodding slowly and living up to his name. Hayley slid over to Kurt, wrapped an arm around his waist, and laid her head against his shoulder.
“This is my kind of speed,” she said.
Kurt put an arm around her and pulled her close. It suited him just fine as well.