Stranded with the Navy SEAL by Susan Cliff

Author:Susan Cliff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

It rained for the next five days—and they both got sick.

Cady wasn’t sure if it was the clown fish or something else, but she woke up that night with severe stomach cramps. Logan suffered alongside her. They took turns leaving the shelter to throw up in the rain. The nausea persisted throughout the next day. He slept it off while she stared at the ceiling, shivering. She was miserably ill. She couldn’t decide which was worse, succumbing to food poisoning or dying of thirst.

He recovered from the bout before she did, probably because she got hit with a double-whammy: her period. She noticed the blood in her bikini bottoms on the second day of rain. She wasn’t prepared for this inconvenience, of course. She returned to the shelter with a palm pressed to her belly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Still sick?”

She curled up on her side, grimacing. “I got my period.”

Logan didn’t seem phased by this declaration. He tore the end of his towel into strips and gave them to her.

“That’s your blanket,” she protested.

“You need it more than I do.”

She folded one of the strips of terrycloth into a rectangle shape and tucked it into her bikini bottoms. She’d have to wash the rags and reuse them, but she didn’t mind. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

Although the rain interrupted Logan’s big plans to repair the raft, he didn’t sit idle. He transferred some hot coals from the fire into one of the giant clam shells, covered it and brought it inside. This strategy gave them a backup fire source and kept them warm. She was glad they had plenty of dry wood and food in the storage bin. Despite these reserves, he ventured out in the rain every few hours to hunt and forage. He wandered around with his spear, checking the tide pools for fish, impervious to cold and discomfort. She stayed indoors and wove a mat out of palm fronds.

For the bulk of the time, they were sandwiched together in a tiny hut, unable to escape. His long legs ate up all the space. His lungs sucked up most of the oxygen. She was suffering from stomach cramps and cabin fever.

“There’s no air in here,” she said. “And no room.”

“I’d make a skylight, but then the rain would pour in.”

She nudged his ankle with her bare foot. “Are you familiar with the term ‘manspreading’?”

“Is it like manscaping?”

“It’s when men on the subway spread their legs to take up as much space as possible, regardless of other passengers.”

“People do that?”

“You probably do it.”

“I never ride the subway.”

She rolled onto her side, feeling irritable. Her back ached, and her emotions were on edge. When she started rubbing the sore muscles with her fingertips, he took over. Tears sprang into her eyes at his strong, soothing touch.

“Here?” he asked gruffly. His thumbs made circles on either side of her spine.

She murmured a series of contradictory-sounding instructions. “Lower. Higher. In. Out.”

He did his best to find the right spot. “If this is how you direct men in the bedroom, no wonder they have trouble.

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