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Story: Road Trip with Her Bodyguard
I scream as my foot slides out from under me and sideways into a jagged branch. The wood pierces right through my sneaker and into my skin, while I land on my butt, hard.
The warbler looks down at me, blinks, then flies away at top speed.
Ow ow freakin' OW.
At least my camera landed on my stomach instead of on the ground. I take a moment to catch my breath, my foot already throbbing with a sickening, stabbing pain. My butt and hip begin to ache.
The sun dips over the mountain, and the forest darkens as if someone had turned down a dimmer switch. And I haven't heard anyone else out here on the trails over the past hour or so.
Tears prick my eyes. Why couldn't this have happened this morning, when there were a ton of hikers around?
I pack away my camera safely, then take a deep breath and try to stand.Owww.Seriouslybad idea. Putting any weight on that foot makes the open wound rub against the torn canvas. Plus, it's so slippery right here that I might fall on my face next time.
"Hello?" I holler in the direction of the trail.
No answer. There is a huge boulder directly between me and the trail, and I can't exactly shout straight through it. Still, I'll have to try.
I scream my head off for five minutes straight until my voice gives out and I start to sound like an old blues singer.
Then thunder rumbles in the distance, sending a shiver up my spine.
Was that a voice calling out? It was too faint to be sure. I call back, but my voice is blown out. Gathering up my things, I try to roll to the side, then bring myself to kneeling.
Some twigs snap right beside the boulder. I shrink back in shock.
Oh my… Is that a bear?
No.A gigantic man is lumbering toward me!
He's definitely a local mountain guy, wearing a green plaid flannel shirt, well worn jeans, and work boots. And his thick arms have definitely chopped down a few trees.
He's tall, dark and, frankly, grouchy looking, but there's something about him that radiates strength and confidence. He's obviously the kind of take-charge guy who will probably think I'm a pitiful mess.
As he comes closer, my mouth falls open in shock at the warmth and depth in his beautiful dark hazel eyes.
It doesn't matter that he's scowling as if I've just ruined his day.
He's gorgeous. No, not just gorgeous… He's panty-drenchingsexy.
You’re going to love Sage & Barrett in
Rescued by the Surly Woodsman
The warbler looks down at me, blinks, then flies away at top speed.
Ow ow freakin' OW.
At least my camera landed on my stomach instead of on the ground. I take a moment to catch my breath, my foot already throbbing with a sickening, stabbing pain. My butt and hip begin to ache.
The sun dips over the mountain, and the forest darkens as if someone had turned down a dimmer switch. And I haven't heard anyone else out here on the trails over the past hour or so.
Tears prick my eyes. Why couldn't this have happened this morning, when there were a ton of hikers around?
I pack away my camera safely, then take a deep breath and try to stand.Owww.Seriouslybad idea. Putting any weight on that foot makes the open wound rub against the torn canvas. Plus, it's so slippery right here that I might fall on my face next time.
"Hello?" I holler in the direction of the trail.
No answer. There is a huge boulder directly between me and the trail, and I can't exactly shout straight through it. Still, I'll have to try.
I scream my head off for five minutes straight until my voice gives out and I start to sound like an old blues singer.
Then thunder rumbles in the distance, sending a shiver up my spine.
Was that a voice calling out? It was too faint to be sure. I call back, but my voice is blown out. Gathering up my things, I try to roll to the side, then bring myself to kneeling.
Some twigs snap right beside the boulder. I shrink back in shock.
Oh my… Is that a bear?
No.A gigantic man is lumbering toward me!
He's definitely a local mountain guy, wearing a green plaid flannel shirt, well worn jeans, and work boots. And his thick arms have definitely chopped down a few trees.
He's tall, dark and, frankly, grouchy looking, but there's something about him that radiates strength and confidence. He's obviously the kind of take-charge guy who will probably think I'm a pitiful mess.
As he comes closer, my mouth falls open in shock at the warmth and depth in his beautiful dark hazel eyes.
It doesn't matter that he's scowling as if I've just ruined his day.
He's gorgeous. No, not just gorgeous… He's panty-drenchingsexy.
You’re going to love Sage & Barrett in
Rescued by the Surly Woodsman