Raising Avon (The Battle for Zarcon) by Rebekah Shelton

Author:Rebekah Shelton
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: space opera, science fiction, space, miltary, futuristic adventure, alien adventure

Chapter 9

Jeremy forced himself out of bed. He felt horrible. It took him nearly fifteen minutes to go from the sheets to the back patio of the mansion. Avon was already there and waiting.

"My dear Captain Hanson," Avon snickered. "Are you okay?"

"No," Jeremy snarled. "I feel like there is a bass drum being beaten by a madman inside my head."

"How much did you drink yesterday?"

"There was the wine at lunch, then yesterday afternoon with Iramy, then at dinner and we split a bottle while watching the movie."

"Sounds like at least two bottles," Avon laughed.

"I didn't feel buzzed," Jeremy groaned. "I guess it all hit in the middle of the night."

"You're dehydrated," Avon chuckled. "You probably drank nothing but wine all day and didn't drink the recommended two pints of water before going to bed."

"Yes and yes."

"That's how I felt all last week," Avon stated, still laughing. "Headache, cramps, bloating, tenderness."

"I only have the headache," Jeremy snapped. "I'm not PMS'ing.

"Well drink up Captain Hanson," Avon chuckled as she tossed him a bottle of water. "And then we run. Full packs remember."

"You're loving this aren't you?"

"Just a little," she giggled. "I can't wait to see how far we get before you puke your guts out. I might even make it further than you today. Wow, I get to win again."

Jeremy tried to buck up as Avon threw down the gauntlet. He failed. He opened another pint of water and sucked it down. "I have some pain meds, if you'd like," Avon stated sarcastically.

"I'm not taking your girlie pills."

"They're normal pain killers. They are not gender specific."

"I'll be fine. Let's go."

Avon pulled her pack onto her shoulders and started towards the front of the mansion. "Come on Captain Hanson!"

Jeremy shouldered his pack and took off after her. "I had planned on a slower pace today since you have a full pack," he reminded Avon.

"Oh no," Avon chuckled. "We need to pick up the pace. I promised daddy I would train harder and besides, I bet you fall out before I do."

"You like kicking me while I'm down, don't you?"

"I've never seen you down; you never yield."

"And I don't plan on giving up today either."

Avon laughed and picked up the pace a little. She loved being the one setting the pace instead of Jeremy. She was actually enjoying the run despite a week off from running and even with the full pack. She was having fun and once again it was at Jeremy's expense. She knew he would retaliate tomorrow but she didn't care. The thought of him falling out and surrendering had rejuvenated her resolve. She was ready to win.

At the end of three miles, Avon was tired and in pain but she was in much better shape than Jeremy. He was sweating like a forty year old man with an overly round midsection. Avon smiled as he pulled another bottle of water out of his pack and poured in down his open gullet. Seeing the grin of satisfaction on Avon's face, Jeremy grumbled.

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