RANCE
Rance had been headed to the next likely scavenging target when he caught sight of a woman looking his way. If she hadn't paused, Rance might not have paid her any attention, the streets weren't completely empty, even if they weren't exactly bustling by any means. But she had and he did. The frown that tugged at his expression, almost immediately became a curled lip, confusion mixing with annoyance.
"Can I fuckin' help you?" Rance drawled, shoulders tensing. A knee jerk reaction, one he'd come to regret more than once. Too many aggressive women who thought a handsome man would much prefer bedding them instead of the rugged he'd been flirting with all afternoon. It was entirely possible that this stranger had zero intentions in that direction, but still her unexpected smile stiffened his spine.
In the next house up the street, through the empty second-floor window frames, the humming came a bit louder.
"Can I fuckin' help you?" Rance drawled, shoulders tensing. A knee jerk reaction, one he'd come to regret more than once. Too many aggressive women who thought a handsome man would much prefer bedding them instead of the rugged he'd been flirting with all afternoon. It was entirely possible that this stranger had zero intentions in that direction, but still her unexpected smile stiffened his spine.
In the next house up the street, through the empty second-floor window frames, the humming came a bit louder.
It's beginning to look a lot like
fuck this.
fuck this.
