Pink Roses
#39: When walking next to each other, grab her hand.
The red and pink rangers were walking through a forest in search of an ancient stone tablet thought to have the next clue to the last jewel.
Rose was holding her Tracker out in front of her as they combed the forest carefully. She'd ordered Mack to stay completely silent so she could concentrate on their task, and so far he'd obeyed the petite pink ranger.
She was very cute, Mack thought as he studied her. Rose's face was scrunched into a slight frown, and her brow was furrowed in an intense concentration. Her hair had been pulled back into two neat ponytails, a look on her that he was particularly fond of. She looked so innocent and schoolgirl-ish, especially as she gazed hopefully at the Tracker.
Without thinking, Mack reached out and took her free hand in his, linking their fingers together firmly. Rose looked over at him, a question in her eyes, but Mack shook his head. "No talking," he reminded Rose in a whisper, and she smiled.
"OK," she whispered back, and gave his hand a slight squeeze.