Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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Jenny awoke feeling refreshed. As she stretched her arms out and began to think about getting up, however, she felt Arthur's arms around her, holding onto her tightly around the middle. She could tell by his breathing that he was just barely awake, and it seemed he wasn't too keen to let her go just yet.
"Arthur," she whispered, rolling over to look at him. "I have guard duty. I have to get up."
"No you don't," Arthur grunted tiredly, his eyes still closed and his voice raspy with sleep. "Stay a minute longer."
She kissed his forehead softly. "I wish I could, but I have guard duty, and I don't want to anger Dutch any further by not being there right when it starts."
"Which poor fool's got it before you?" he murmured, still half asleep.
"Lenny."
"Then it ain't a problem. The kid is in love with you, Jenny. He ain't gonna tell Dutch you were a few minutes late." At last his eyes opened, and he looked at her in the dim light of the new, gray dawn.
"He might if he figures out we're fucking," said Jenny, her face cracking a smile. "Although, Lenny never was the jealous type. He knew Mac and I loved each other, and it never really affected the way he felt about me."
"Still," said Arthur. "Stay. You're warm and soft, like..." he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of her hair and her skin. "Like silk."
"As flattering as that is, Arthur-," she began, trying halfheartedly to swat him away.
"It ain't flattery if it's the truth," he said simply, kissing her on the forehead. "Stay with me just a bit longer, will you? I'm tired and you help me rest."
Jenny sighed and felt his forehead. "You have a fever again, Arthur," she realized.
"So what if I do? It's happened to me the past few mornings in a row, but it usually goes away by noon. It ain't no thing, Jenny, just this damn swamp messin' with my body. Breathin' in water all the time can't be good for a feller's lungs. Nor can all these damn bugs."
He referred to the humidity here. And, while stifling, Jenny had never found it to be that bad. The mosquitoes though? She agreed wholeheartedly with Arthur about those. Mosquitoes could rot in hell. "I guess," she sighed. "I also guess I can stay a bit longer, since you ain't feeling well."
"I'd like that," he sighed, burying his face in her neck again. "You smell good too, by the way."
Jenny chuckled. "I have no idea why. It's been a couple of days since my last bath. I wanted to wait to take another one until this afternoon, on account of that party at the mayor's tonight."
Arthur's lips kissed her neck right where they rested against it. "Gettin' pretty tonight, is you?"
She nodded. "I'm borrowing one of Molly's dresses. She didn't want to share with me, but Dutch made her. It's that white one with the blue and gold trim."
