Damien had to duck to get through the little door at the end of the stores. Felicity had gone ahead and was holding back a grapevine that seemed determined to give him both a bunch of grapes and a sharp stick in the eye. Beyond it lay a garden with a path wide enough for his tail. He'd lost count of the places that had nice wide doors right up to the point where a snake had to turn a corner. He could have turned around on this path carrying Felicity without either of them going ass first into a flower bed.
"Did you mean to make it this wide?" he asked. At his feet, warm stones fit together with small, even gaps between them. There wasn't a single loose edge waiting to catch a scale.
"I've been watching you get through doors for three weeks, sweetheart. I had a pretty good idea how much room you needed." She offered him her hand again. "Although something got a bit lost when I was thinking about the bees."
