It's Always Complicated (Her Billionaires Book 4) by Julia Kent

Author:Julia Kent [Kent, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prosaic Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Mike Pine

“MIKE!” Jeremy’s scream pierced him, the pain and fear tugging through his blood like a trillion tether lines being tightened at once. He braced his legs, the angle of the path making it damn hard to even stay still, rain shoved by harsh winds right into his eyes. If he turned to look down at Mike Bournham, he would fall right along with him. Social nicety said you look to try to help, but survival told him to crawl inward, because Mike Bournham had just been injured trying to help him. If he went back down that hill, too, this rescue would be nothing more than a clusterfuck.

And could turn deadly.

Not how he imagined the night before his wedding. Ever.

The panic from earlier in the day at the sight of his parents had faded out of him long ago, seeping into the sand down there, washed away by tides long gone, the worry and horror all mingled in the ocean water, diluted down to nothing more than nature’s tears.

“FUCK!” Jeremy screamed, holding on, legs working and shifting as the rain turned the ground beneath their feet into a game of Twister.

A thick rope struck Mike on the shoulder, scraping the windbreaker, the rope’s weight so great it dragged the hoodie down, exposing his bare biceps. Stumbling, he perched between two worlds, nearly falling straight backwards.

Jeremy grabbed him. The kinetic shift in the man as he braced his legs to absorb Mike’s fragility felt like a kind of grace you only see in a dance performance.

“We’re close,” he managed to say to Jeremy. “Get me to the top and then go get him.”

“We’re not that close!” Jeremy barked.

Mike looked up. Pa, Miles, and Dylan all peered down, then Dylan began screaming at someone tall next to him. Alex? The tall man’s hands were on Dylan’s shoulders and he bent down just enough to get in his face, Dylan coming back at him like an angry pit bull. Whatever conversation they were having looked like it was seconds from turning into a boxing match.

The unmistakable sound of the words “FUCK YOU!” filled Mike’s ears.

Dylan.

“Fuck me, but you’re not going down alone!” Alex shouted back as he moved within one of the headlight beams, giving Mike a look at his very angry, distorted face.

What were the fighting about?

Close enough to watch it all happen, but still too far from safety, Mike paused. So did Jeremy. Suspended about ten feet from the very top, the rope at their feet, they just halted. Froze.

Suspended themselves in time.

“Grab the rope!” Dylan shouted. Jeremy startled, his legs not moving. Mike could feel him start to tremble from the sheer force of preventing so much weight from falling.

Or maybe the shivers were from emotion? Fear? Cold?

The rope was a cold, stringy snake around his waist, pressing against the small of his back.

And then Mike watched in horror as someone—Dylan? Alex? Miles?—began a slow, inch-by-inch descent down those last ten feet.

Tired. So tired. Mike’s eye drooped and a sudden wave of warmth made him feel so happy.

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