Peggerty was obviously more than pleased with the outcome of the job, at least she could pay her way a little. That was something both her parents had instilled in her that even if it was offered one must not take a free ride.<br/><br/>Her fingers entwined in Craig’s as they went for lunch, it felt so natural, so right  as she caressed his digits with her own. Her hands were not soft and feminine, they were hands of one that worked, that fought, but also hands that created and loved.<br/><br/>The calluses were telling, as were the short nails.<br/><br/>The dogs bounded and played in front of the pair as Peg called them in to have their leads on again. Of course she knew they would behave if needed but often people were afraid of dogs …especially those that were not on a leash.<br/><br/>The irrika leaned close, “I think I might give you some lessons in ‘dog language’…” there was another smile as Peg nipped Craig’s ear.<br/><br/>“You are right we have plenty of time, but you smell so good…” There was another chuckle, “Well I put myself in your hands as a tour guide,  I bet my first tips from the bar that I can tell you the more of the truth about a place of interest than you can.” There was some more laugher, “Cheating is allowed. But no violence.”<br/><br/>Peggerty kissed the mage again this time it was more passionate. She did not mind if anyone was watching. Her passion for this man was not something that should be hidden.<br/>