In This Together. Kara Lennox

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      He hoped he remembered the turnoff. The sun was going down; in the dark, he’d never find it.

      Wait, there was the dead tree, a black skeleton against sky the color of faded blue ink. Another five minutes and he’d have missed it in the dark.

      He swung the truck onto the narrow dirt road. Though he’d slowed to five miles an hour, the bumps and ruts challenged the old vehicle’s suspension. He shuddered to think of how uncomfortable Elena must be. What if one of his tools rolled into her and injured her?

      If he had stopped to consider the consequences of his actions, he wouldn’t be in this mess right now and neither would Elena. He’d thought he had mastered his troublesome impulsive streak years ago, but apparently he’d only temporarily stifled it.

      It seemed he bumped along the dirt road for hours, but it was only a few minutes before the road widened to a turnaround spot. He was now on the hunting lease, and all appeared quiet—no signs of a campfire or recent tire tracks. He opened the window and stuck his head out to look up. The tree canopy was still pretty thick even though it was full-on autumn. No one would spot his truck from a helicopter. He couldn’t smell any campfire smoke in the air.

      He parked just off the road. Later he could camouflage the truck with some brush, but he doubted anyone would come along. Right now he needed to rescue Elena.

      With the wrench-missile still firmly in his memory, he stood to the side as he opened the cargo cover and peeked in. She lay there placidly, staring up at him.

      “It’s about time. I was almost asphyxiated in there from the exhaust fumes.”

      Oh, hell, he hadn’t even thought about that. As slow as he’d been driving, the exhaust fumes wouldn’t dissipate in the wind as they did at normal speeds.

      “Lucky for you I didn’t,” she continued as she sat up. “Or you could share a cell with your brother.” She looked around. “Where are we?”

      “Where we won’t be found. Please, please don’t try to run. We’re miles from civilization, and I’d catch you anyway. So save us both the aggravation.”

      He opened the tailgate, and she swung her legs out and stood. She’d found her shoes and put them on, he noticed, wondering if she’d been readying herself to sprint for freedom. If she tried to run out here in those heels, she’d break an ankle.

      “Are we camping out?”

      “Yup.”

      She sighed. “I really screwed myself over by stealing your phone. I could have spent the night in that nice bathroom, where at least I had a flush toilet. Now instead I get to relive scenes from Friday the 13th.”

      “Sorry about that, princess.” He grabbed his flashlight from the glove box and rummaged around in his truck for anything that might be useful in the woods. He loaded up his backpack with a few additional food items he’d found, a small tarp, matches, a hatchet—

      “What’s that for?” she asked with some alarm. She stood quite close to him, watching his every move, apparently.

      “Firewood.”

      “Oh. Isn’t it risky, building a fire? What if someone sees it?”

      “It’s gonna be a small fire. And if I hear any helicopters, I’ll douse it before they see it.” It was a risk; she was right. But very slight. Even if an air search was mounted, they couldn’t investigate every campfire they saw.

      He just couldn’t see camping without the small comfort of a fire. It was un-American.

      He grabbed his sleeping bag and gave it to Elena to carry. “Let’s go.”

      “I can’t hike through the woods in heels. It’s ridiculous.”

      She was right again, damn it. He set down the backpack. “Let me see your shoes.”

      “Why?” she asked suspiciously. “You aren’t going to throw them away, are you? Because these are my favorite shoes. Do you know how hard it is to find a comfortable pair of heels?” But she took off one shoe and handed it to him.

      He snapped off the heel and handed it back. “There. Flats.”

      Fortunately, he couldn’t see the expression on her face. It had grown too dark. But he could feel the anger radiating from her.

      “You are going to pay for that.”

      “I’ll probably be in prison for twenty years. What can you do that’s worse?”

      “Castrate you.” But she gave him the other shoe, and he made his alterations and handed it back. She put them back on without further comment.

      Travis led the way into the woods, walking slowly, beating aside the brush with his work boots so Elena’s legs wouldn’t get scratched. At least the weather wasn’t horrible. Camping in August in south Texas could be brutal—you spent the whole night sweating and swatting mosquitos. But autumn was downright pleasant.

      “How far do we have to go?”

      “’Til I find the right spot.”

      Every few steps Travis paused and scanned around him with the flashlight. About the tenth time, he spotted the platform, a rudimentary wooden structure you could at least spread your sleeping bag on, keeping it off the damp ground. And the ground was damp. It had rained quite a bit in the last couple of weeks.

      “Thank God,” Elena groused when he announced they were stopping. “How did you even know this was here?”

      “My brother and I camped here before, on a hunting trip.”

      “What did you hunt?”

      “Deer. Supposedly.”

      She gasped softly. “You killed deer?”

      He laughed. “We never even saw a deer. That hunting trip was just an excuse for a bunch of men to hang out without their wives, exercise bad hygiene, drink gallons of beer in the evenings and do the male-bonding thing. I was relieved I didn’t have to kill Bambi’s mother.”

      Travis set the flashlight down and pulled the tarp out of the backpack, spreading it on the platform. Elena had already sat down on a corner of the platform. He took the sleeping bag from her and opened it, shook it out and spread it over the tarp.

      “Your bed, princess.”

      “My bed?”

      “Well, yeah. You didn’t expect me to take the only sleeping bag for myself, did you?”

      “Where are you going to sleep?”

      “I’ll manage.” Truth was, he wouldn’t sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately in general as he worried about how to help Eric. He’d like to blame the lack of sleep for his lapse in judgment, but that really wasn’t much СКАЧАТЬ