Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Oh shit.
Adan has been in love.
That’s an answer I wasn’t expecting.
Not at all.
My heart skips a few beats as his eyes hold mine. Then, in a gruff tone, he says, “Next.”
Oh.
Shit.
I get up and go over to the camp for another beer. Eve rushes in behind me.
“That was clever and also, what the feck?” she whisper hisses. “Adan has been in love.”
“Right?” I say, glancing back at the fire. “I didn’t see that one come.”
“I wonder who she was? I’m going to ask Riggs. This is too much for me. I need to know. I need to know it all.”
“Take it easy, I’m sure Riggs doesn’t even know judging by the look on his face.”
“God, this is so juicy. It’s killing me.”
She can talk.
It’s making me full crazy.
Now I know there has been someone that has owned his heart, it’s going to be very hard for me to think of anything else.
A flicker of lightning catches my eye in the distance and I turn, asking Eve, “Did you see that?”
“Yep,” she says, her voice breathy. “Do you think we’re going to get a storm.”
“God, I hope not. We’d be in trouble if we did. Those tents won’t hold.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing and we’ll be fine. We are in the middle of the ocean, it’s very likely it’s just a distant flicker that we just happen to see.”
Yeah, I hope she’s right.
I’m not sure I’d want to experience a storm on an island.
Ugh, no thank you.
I’ll stay where it’s dry thanks.
Here’s hoping it remains out on the ocean and doesn’t come near us.
Fingers crossed.
EVE WAS WRONG.
The storm is rolling in. It has been getting closer and closer by the hour and our night is cut short when we have to set up two tents as far underneath the trees and shelter as we can. Luckily, Riggs packed two canvas tarps that are really hardy. The guys have spent the last hour securing them to a tree to stop the tents from getting soaked. They’re bound on there well, but it doesn’t make me feel safe ... at all.
We set up the two strongest tents underneath that tarp, and put anything extra back in the boat in the storage compartments. Riggs has been down there anchoring it to a tree to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere and we don’t get stuck here. We’re all going to have to bundle in together tonight, in a couple of flimsy tents.
Okay, so they’re not flimsy but they’re certainly not safe, either.
They’ve put extra pegs and ropes in them, as well as used the other tents to drape over them so no water gets in. Then we all put our bedding in there and worked out who was going where. Somehow, mostly from Eve’s hand, I end up right next to Adan in their tent. It goes, in perfect fucked up order, Riggs, Eve, Me, Adan and Lorelei. The others are in the second tent.
It’s fucked, to put it mildly. I’m lying between my best friend and the man I have some pretty strong feelings for, and I’m not certain I’m okay with it. The storm hits probably twenty minutes after we all pile into the tents. Riggs is muttering something about it was supposed to be good weather and fuck this, but I can’t be sure exactly what he’s saying.
The storm hits, and it hits hard.
I know it’s probably just a normal storm, but from in here, with little to no protection over our heads, it sounds a lot worse than that. Eve rolls away, and I know she’s in Riggs’ arms. I can feel Adan beside me, but I don’t know which way he’s facing. He’s probably holding Lorelei’s hand and here I am, stuck in the middle, with nobody to hold my damned hand.
There’s something else—I fucking hate storms.
They terrify me. This is the reason I didn’t want to come here in the first place.
Because this shit happens.
I don’t realize I’m trembling until a warm hand curls around mine.
Adan.
I’m scared, shit scared. The sound alone is enough to send someone over the edge. It sounds like we’re in the middle of a damned tornado and we’re about to get sucked right up. My trembling doesn’t ease, and even though I try to close my eyes and relax a little, I can’t. I sit up, heart racing, feeling frantic that a tree is going to fall on us, or worse, the tent will just rip apart and we’ll be stuck in the rain.
“Hey,” Adan says, sitting up next to me. “It’s all good. Sounds worse than it is.”
“I hate storms,” I say, my voice shaky. “I’m so scared.”
“Come on.”
To my surprise, he puts an arm around me and lies down. I don’t know in this second what Lorelei is doing, I’m not even certain I care. All I know is Adan has me wrapped in his arms, and I feel a whole lot better because of it. I’m still shitting my pants, but at least it’s a little less intense now. I roll toward his chest, trying to drown out the noise and calm my racing heart.