“When this is done, we’re talking.” Gunnar’s cheek popped as Davis passed.
“A nice, long talk about intentions and all that stuff,” Bjørn added his input.
“Won’t take long at all.” Davis looked from one brother to the next. “I’m marrying your sister as soon as we can arrange a ceremony. I can’t live without her, and so I won’t.”
He clapped Bjørn on the shoulder as he passed.
“Well, that went well.” Bjørn’s voice sounded a little disappointed, like maybe he was looking forward to interrogating Davis.
Gunnar grunted. “Darn shame.”
Davis let his smile go as he slipped through the forest. One thing was for sure, he’d never met a family like the Rebels. He couldn’t wait to be a part of it.