At one of the lowest branches, Anya stopped, hooked her legs around it, then fell over backward to dangle upside down, just about with her face on a level with Cade's. Her shirt immediately slipped and gathered under at her boobs, exposing most of her tummy. She didn't seem to care.

"I've missed having my hand," she said, swinging carelessly.

"If you immediately break it again, don't come crying to me."

"Pff. Didn't even break it last time. Not really. You said so yourself."

"That's not at all the point."

Anya shrugged, which only exacerbated the precarious grip her shirt had on modesty.

"I'm a free spirit," she said. "You...