Through the Sandstorm by Raina Ash

Author:Raina Ash [Ash, Raina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

HER ATTEMPTS TO DREAM about sex on the beach failed. Instead, she dreamt that large, black scorpions covered her body, making it hard to move and breathe. When she woke, her first thought was, Black scorpions aren’t poisonous, so you’re okay. She laughed at the dumb ways her trivia knowledge popped into her head. She was oddly at ease sitting there in the tent, borderline numb. The stress of the past couple of days had overloaded her mind so much that her emotions shut off.

She looked at Paul’s side of the tent. He wasn’t there. She didn’t understand how he always got up before her even though she was a light sleeper. She didn’t know what to think about him. Some moments he was caring, other moments he spoke his mind too openly. Threatening to leave her stung, and she didn’t know him well enough to judge how serious he had been. Would he really abandoned her?

Her experience with men who loved travel was not the most positive. Both her father and Isaac traveled for work, and they both left her. Now here was another man who traveled for work, noble though it might be. He was attractive and, at moments, made her secure. Other times he drove her nuts. And they were both in a stressful situation, not the best environment to stir the pot of romance.

What am I doing thinking about this? She changed into jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. She grabbed her sunscreen and applied it to any exposed skin, mostly her face. The bottle felt light, so she applied a thin layer and wrapped a scarf around her neck that she could pull up over her nose. That along with a hat and sunglasses would only leave her hands exposed to those dangerous Sahara UVs.

I don’t even know if Paul is single, and this isn’t the time to be picking up men. Besides, I don’t even know if he’s someone who’s prone to leaving like Isaac. With any luck, we’ll be back to civilization by sundown and then I can worry about relationships, if I even want one ever again.

Before leaving the tent, she put on some makeup. Maybe she was crazy for packing an eyeshadow palette, some eyeliner, and mascara, but it’s always good to have supplies on hand for emergencies. And feeling scared and in danger was definitely an emergency where she needed some comfort. She blended purple and brown shades across her eyelids, filled in her brows, and lined her eyes with a jet black liner. The mascara made her eyelashes curl in just the right way and she smiled back at herself in the tiny compact mirror. She felt normal, even if only for a moment.

She packed her backpack (which was now out of clean clothes), and left the tent. It was still early, the sun barely poking above the sand. She yawned and stretched, taking a big breath of dusty smelling air. The tent rested in the middle of several small dunes, so protecting them from the wind.

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