All My Strength (5) (The Mile High Club) by Jade Powers

Author:Jade Powers [Powers, Jade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: spy romance, Romance, contemporary romance, Military romance
Publisher: Jade Powers
Published: 2018-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

CARSON FELL INTO A troubled sleep, his body trembling even with Wendy’s warmth cocooning him. Now and then Wendy heard the helicopters roaring overhead. The tree house smelled of lumber, wet clothes, and Carson whose own scent was a combination of river water and cologne. The day wore on and finally the sun started to sink.

The sky turned vibrant colors with a streak of yellow and orange painted across the clouds where they sank into a deep red horizon. The air was cold, a gust blowing down from the north.

“Carson?” Wendy asked. He had stopped shivering and had mostly dried out, but she still worried about his arm and the nasty bruises on his side.

“I’m fine. Let’s get down before it’s too dark to see. You go first,” Carson said. He felt the loss of her warmth keenly when she pulled away from him.

“I need to get your jeans,” Wendy said.

She had to lean over Carson to pop out of the space in the roof, but it didn’t take too much twisting to grab his jeans and draw back in. They were still damp. He took them from her. He said, “I need a hot shower.”

“Me too.” Wendy helped Carson with those wet jeans. His fingers fumbled with the buttons. The pain was unbearable but he gritted his teeth and continued. Wendy saw all this and said, “Leave them unbuttoned. It’s dark. No one will see us,”

Carson hated the plan, but it was sound. Wendy climbed down first, hopping off the last rung like a kid. Carson felt shaky all over. His feet were wet again now that he had put on his shoes. It was ten steps, albeit in a vertical direction but they felt like a thousand. He moved slowly, his good arm so tired that he was sure he would slip. Once, he looked over his shoulder to see Wendy biting her lower lip in the fading colors of the sunset as she worried that he would fall.

The last few steps were the hardest and he grunted when his feet finally landed on firm ground. A wave of nausea passed through him and for a moment his vision blurred. Holding his good arm out, he steadied himself on the tree.

“They will cover the bridge. We need to move silently in case they have men out. Whispers carry in the dark.” Carson handed Wendy her jacket and started forward onto the dark path.

The moon was at quarter strength and not great for light. A few times they saw flashlights across the river, shining back and forth and voices calling back and forth.

Carson fell once, stumbling on a root. A man’s voice rang out not far from where they walked. The fugitives had realized that there was someone in the woods. Wendy didn’t dare say a word. Carson took Wendy’s hand and drew her off the path.

They faded into the darkness, Carson drawing Wendy right up against a tree so that they would mingle with the shadows. The voices were calling back and forth, “It came from over here.

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