Chapter 41

Giving Chance a chance?

I finished my beer and was wanting some cognac. The hob nodded his head at my request and hurried quickly to retrieve a bottle. Chance leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms across his bare chest. It was at that moment that I realized what he was wearing or lack thereof. A rabbit fur loin cloth covered his manly bits and I glanced at his crotch and up at his face.

"Why on earth aren't you fully clothed in elf leathers," I asked perplexed and he chuckled.

"I was in my den within the caves and this is what I wear when I'm in the wild sweetheart. You know this. Your father wears something similar," he replied respectively and ran his fingers through his shoulder length black hair. I watched as if in a trance. He looked at me and sighed.

"Please don't look at me like that dear or I'll take you to my den far away and make you my wife," he said firmly and I swallowed quickly. I looked up into his eyes and saw the truth in his words. His eyes were like an indig