“Coming with you?” Zeda frowned, pulling the towel tighter around her damp body.

“I know how stubborn you are, kid. That’s why I got here first before going there, and sure enough, here you are, looking…” his eyes raked over her again, slowly, and she could swear she felt the towel loosen. “...well, walking around in a cheap towel.”

“Say whatever you want, but I’m not coming with you,” she took a step back inside.

He took a step forward, invading the threshold. “Go ...