Greed by Emily Blythe

Author:Emily Blythe [Blythe, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Javier clinked his beer against mine as we looked out over the view. “I told you the hike up would be worth it, didn’t I?” he said.

I sighed and shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Javier, it’s beautiful—but I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that,” I said. I picked at the label on my beer bottle. “But if you think this’ll make me stay . . .”

“Oh, no, I know I couldn’t do that to you,” Javier said, laughing. He sighed, though, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, hugging me impulsively for a moment—but just for that fleeting moment.

It was a summary of exactly how our relationship had been over the past two weeks: we were close, but there was nothing overtly sexual about it. It was as though we were both skirting around the idea of it. There had been that one night after the bar, of course . . .

“Come on,” Javier said laughingly. “They finally managed to clear the dam; let’s go for a swim. We could both stand to get a little cleaner.”

I laughed, but I had had maybe one more beer than I’d needed, and the idea of stripping down and going for a moonlight swim with him was certainly appealing. “We have a shower,” I reminded him, ever practical.

“We can’t shower right now,” Javier said, rolling his eyes as though it were obvious. “Everyone else has already gone to bed; we wouldn’t want to disturb them.”

I shook my head. “All right,” I said. “But no funny business. If you run off with my clothes and make me walk back to town naked, I swear there’ll be consequences.” There was a definite part of me that was unsure about this, remembering everything with Oliver. Even though I’d been out here for a little while now, it felt as though things back home were unresolved, like he might still be waiting for me.

Which was ridiculous. I knew Oliver would have moved on by now. And I liked Javier. Where was the harm in having one fun night skinny-dipping with him in Argentina? Maybe it would help me make my mind up once and for all about the Oliver thing.

Not that I still needed to make up my mind. I knew that Oliver and I weren’t suited for each other. We were fundamentally different people.

Javier laughed. “I would never steal your things,” he said, even though I’d heard enough stories of his mischief—and seen enough of his harmless pranks around the camp—that I didn’t know if I could really trust him.

But I let him lead me away from the road, towards the river. Sure enough, when we got there, the water was crystal clear, enough so that we could see the rocks at the bottom of the deepest part, as the water churned sluggishly along, a change from the flooded, swollen waters that had met us when we’d first come there a week earlier.

I stripped down to my bra and panties, debating going in just like that.

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