Her Scottish Keep (Dream Come True Sweet Romance Book 1) by Balogh Darci

Author:Balogh, Darci [Balogh, Darci]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781943990160
Publisher: Knowhere Media
Published: 2019-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Making her way down a steep slope through fog as thick as pea soup was difficult enough, but just as she started to feel she was making headway the misty feeling of fog against her skin turned to chilling rain drops.

She cursed under her breath. Rain. Great.

Rain would make everything harder and more uncomfortable. With the wind picking up it would be cold. It was already slow going since her visibility was almost nil. Scooting down the hill on her rump to avoid falling forward, Tawnyetta had to lean back and hang on to clumps of grass as she slid her feet sideways in careful steps.

More than once she lost her grip on one of the clumps of grass and had to scramble to find another one. Her little morning jaunt was turning into a nightmare. Tawnyetta shook off the negative thinking. No amount of worrying or complaining was going to get her down this hill any faster. She focused on carefully descending the rough landscape as the wind gusts picked up, bringing with them stinging rain.

She was surprised at the ferocious suddenness of the storm. She was also seriously disappointed in her planning and the fact that she had not taken into account the fact that she would have to move much slower while going down than she did on the way up. As she maneuvered, the rain grew heavier. The wind whipped and pummeled icy cold drops against her body, like someone spraying her with a garden hose. Within a very short time she was soaking wet and cold. Very cold.

The ground beneath her felt spongy. Trickles of water from the rain crept down the hill and around the clumps of grass she was using to stabilize her descent, turning what had been solid ground into slippery mud. Tawnyetta decided she would aim for the bridge and take cover there until the rain stopped. That is, if she was heading toward the bridge.

A smack of lightning crackled through the air and she let out a small cry of surprise. Startled, she was thrown off balance and grabbed for a nearby clump of grass, but missed. The mud slipped underneath the rubber soles of her tennis shoes. They weren't built for climbing. Before she knew what was happening Tawnyetta was falling down the slope through the fog, unable to see where she was going. She cried out again, flailing desperately to grab hold of the grasses that were now moving past too quickly to grip. At the bottom of the slope she landed hard and sideways and felt a pop in her ankle.

Pain shot up her left calf into her knee. She cried out for the third time then crumpled and sat down hard in the mud favoring her left ankle. The rain was coming in sheets, soaking her to the bone. Water ran down her face and into her eyes, blinding her. Lightning flashed across the sky and she knew, broken ankle or not, she had to find cover.

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