The Leftover by Brooke Williams

Author:Brooke Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boutique of Quality Books Publishing
Published: 2017-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Cane woke when a hand stroked his cheek. He allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the sensation without opening his eyes. He remembered the night before very well. Megan had fallen asleep next to him on the sand as he told tales of medical marvel . . . or something like that. Once Tank was fully hydrated halfway through the night, the large man had settled into a fitful but normal sleep. He was out of danger, but Cane had wanted to stay nearby. He must have drifted off himself at some point.

When he opened his eyes, he discovered his head was resting on someone’s chest—someone’s rock-hard chest. The hand against his cheek was large enough to cover his entire face. He jerked into the upright position. Somehow, he had fallen asleep half sitting, his head resting on Tank’s torso.

Cane shuddered. Thank goodness no one had seen him sleeping there, or Tank’s stroking–

He glanced at the spot Megan had occupied the night before. Empty.

He slowly swiveled until he saw her grinning from her seat by the shelter opening.

“Good morning, Cane.”

“Morning.” Cane ran his hand through his mussed hair.

“I was going to wake you, but I didn’t want to interrupt . . .”

Cane made a face. “It would have been a welcome interruption.”

Megan’s smile grew and a burst of laughter escaped her lips. “Sorry. It’s just . . . he was . . . oh my gosh!”

“I know, I know, I was there.” Cane grimaced. He wasn’t going to live this down anytime soon.

The laughter woke Tank, who rolled to his side and rubbed his eyes.

“Where’s Mimi?” he asked in a confused voice.

Cane turned his attention back to the large man. “Mimi?”

“My poodle. She always sleeps right here.” Tank patted his abs. “I swear I was just petting her.”

Cane glanced at Megan, who was turning purple trying to hold in the laughter.

“Hey, what are you two doing here? Where’s everyone else?” Tank sat up and noticed the IV running from his arm. “What’s this?”

Cane calmly explained the situation. “You really need to make it a priority to find some food today, Tank. If you don’t eat soon, I’m afraid they might have to pull you from the game.”

“I’m not one to miss a meal.” He patted his stomach. “Gotta keep the protein flowing to grow the guns, you know.”

“Guns?” Megan murmured.

“Yeah, you know, it’s all about keeping the ladies happy with the gun show.” Tank flexed his arm and kissed his bicep.

“You know what the ladies like.” Megan stood. “I’ll go tell the others you’re awake.” She bent and spoke near Cane’s ear. “And leave you two alone for a minute.”

Cane swatted at her as she left.

“Can’t they just deliver some food to us like they do the rest of the crew?” Tank asked. “I don’t know if I have the energy to hunt today.”

Cane squinted at the much larger man. He might still be a bit disoriented. He was on a beach in a residential neighborhood and the only weapons he had were the “guns” on his arms.

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