Before they got to the car, Juke stopped at a food cart outside the airport, the smell of grilled meat and spices wafting through the crisp air. His movements were precise as he handed a foam plate and wooden fork to Dale, his fingers brushing Dale's in a way that sent tingles up his arm. "Eat. I'm sure my father has taken the yacht. We will have to hire a boat, or pay a fisherman to take us home."
The cold air nipped at Dale's exposed skin where his sleeve had been torn away, making him shiver slightly. His stomach growled at the sight of the steaming food, reminding him how long it had been since he'd eaten anything.
"Oh, you don't live in the city?" Dale asked, watching how Juke's muscles moved under his jacket as he gestured.
"No. We live east of here, the backside of this vast country." Juke's voice carried a hint of pride. "Where we're going, we have to take a snow bus to a service station, then a
