Can't Run (Danger and Desire Book 1) by Caroline M. Townes Page A
Authors: Caroline M. Townes
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the Amazon.” Eric countered.
“Well, if that’s the case…” Sara began but was distracted by something meandering on the ground. “SNAKE!” she screamed, miss-stepping and falling forward towards the long creature.
A strong arm grabbed her and pulled her up. She found herself cradled like a baby in Eric’s arms. She was surprised that she didn’t even care as long as she didn’t have to be on the ground near the snake. That was, until Eric began to jiggle about suppressing giggles, which soon turned into a roar of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Sara asked, perplexed at what could possibly be funny about a snake.
Eric set Sara back down on the ground, “It’s not a snake…” he was still laughing and hardly able to speak, “...it’s… it’s …it’s a vine!”
Sara looked back where she saw the snake and felt her face begin to burn with red hot embarrassment, but she too could not hold back the giggles that were erupting from her throat. The two boomed with laughter, loud enough to frighten any nearby animals.
“Guys,” Gabriel’s voice interrupted, Carrie and Amanda stood behind him looking anxious, “We got to go back now.”
Eric’s expression sobered as he looked around, “Damn,” he said under his breath.
Sara slowly realized that it seemed as though a shadow had covered the forest, as she had come to this realization a rumble shook the skies followed by a loud crack.
The group quickly moved towards the water where the crewman was waiting the dingy anxiously. When he saw them he began beckoning for them to move faster. The sky was layers of grey, dark blue, and black- it was ominous. As soon as they reached the small rubber boat the rain began to downpour upon them. Within seconds everyone was completely drenched.
Sara who was wearing a white tank top wrapped her arms around her chest, unsuccessfully shielding her breasts from the view of the rest of the passengers. Eric looked over at Sara, wordlessly removed his worn leather jacket and laid it over her shoulders. Although she was already soaking wet it did wonders for covering her from the view of the others, more essentially from Gabriel and the crewman.
As soon as Sara got on board the awaiting boat she ran to her cabin, the others ran to the warmth of their cabins in similar fashion. Sara had ripped off her wet clothes and threw them on the floor in a sopping pile and wrapped herself with the quilt from the bed, she was too wet to put on a fresh pair of clothes and decided she would take some time to dry in her room. There was a light tapping on the door, Sara realized Eric wasn’t in the room. She picked his jacket up from the wet pile, wrapping the quilt firmly around her body she opened the door.
Eric quietly walked inside looking like a drowned rat, he looked at Sara huddled in her quilt holding out his jacket.
“Thanks,” she said slowly.
He shrugged, taking his jacket and walked over to his bag where he began to dig around.
“My towel is still damp from showering this morning or I would offer you mine.” Sara said sitting back down on the bed.
‘”I must have left mine in town, I didn’t realize how long it was since I last showered.” He said, straightening himself.
Sara pulled the top sheet from the bed and threw it at him, “Strip down and warm up before you catch your death.”
He chuckled, “You sound like my grandmother.”
“That’s me,” Sara said, readjusting a piece of the quilt that had begun to slip, “an old soul. Though… I really hope that your grandmother didn’t tell you to strip down.”
She could see the contour of his incredibly chiseled abs through his wet shirt, but when he pulled it over his head Sara felt her body tighten. He really was beautiful . He covered himself with the sheet before removing his jeans and boxers, then just stood awkwardly not knowing what to do next.
“You can sit, you know.” Sara welcomed, shuffling over to make a spot for him to sit on the
“Well, if that’s the case…” Sara began but was distracted by something meandering on the ground. “SNAKE!” she screamed, miss-stepping and falling forward towards the long creature.
A strong arm grabbed her and pulled her up. She found herself cradled like a baby in Eric’s arms. She was surprised that she didn’t even care as long as she didn’t have to be on the ground near the snake. That was, until Eric began to jiggle about suppressing giggles, which soon turned into a roar of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Sara asked, perplexed at what could possibly be funny about a snake.
Eric set Sara back down on the ground, “It’s not a snake…” he was still laughing and hardly able to speak, “...it’s… it’s …it’s a vine!”
Sara looked back where she saw the snake and felt her face begin to burn with red hot embarrassment, but she too could not hold back the giggles that were erupting from her throat. The two boomed with laughter, loud enough to frighten any nearby animals.
“Guys,” Gabriel’s voice interrupted, Carrie and Amanda stood behind him looking anxious, “We got to go back now.”
Eric’s expression sobered as he looked around, “Damn,” he said under his breath.
Sara slowly realized that it seemed as though a shadow had covered the forest, as she had come to this realization a rumble shook the skies followed by a loud crack.
The group quickly moved towards the water where the crewman was waiting the dingy anxiously. When he saw them he began beckoning for them to move faster. The sky was layers of grey, dark blue, and black- it was ominous. As soon as they reached the small rubber boat the rain began to downpour upon them. Within seconds everyone was completely drenched.
Sara who was wearing a white tank top wrapped her arms around her chest, unsuccessfully shielding her breasts from the view of the rest of the passengers. Eric looked over at Sara, wordlessly removed his worn leather jacket and laid it over her shoulders. Although she was already soaking wet it did wonders for covering her from the view of the others, more essentially from Gabriel and the crewman.
As soon as Sara got on board the awaiting boat she ran to her cabin, the others ran to the warmth of their cabins in similar fashion. Sara had ripped off her wet clothes and threw them on the floor in a sopping pile and wrapped herself with the quilt from the bed, she was too wet to put on a fresh pair of clothes and decided she would take some time to dry in her room. There was a light tapping on the door, Sara realized Eric wasn’t in the room. She picked his jacket up from the wet pile, wrapping the quilt firmly around her body she opened the door.
Eric quietly walked inside looking like a drowned rat, he looked at Sara huddled in her quilt holding out his jacket.
“Thanks,” she said slowly.
He shrugged, taking his jacket and walked over to his bag where he began to dig around.
“My towel is still damp from showering this morning or I would offer you mine.” Sara said sitting back down on the bed.
‘”I must have left mine in town, I didn’t realize how long it was since I last showered.” He said, straightening himself.
Sara pulled the top sheet from the bed and threw it at him, “Strip down and warm up before you catch your death.”
He chuckled, “You sound like my grandmother.”
“That’s me,” Sara said, readjusting a piece of the quilt that had begun to slip, “an old soul. Though… I really hope that your grandmother didn’t tell you to strip down.”
She could see the contour of his incredibly chiseled abs through his wet shirt, but when he pulled it over his head Sara felt her body tighten. He really was beautiful . He covered himself with the sheet before removing his jeans and boxers, then just stood awkwardly not knowing what to do next.
“You can sit, you know.” Sara welcomed, shuffling over to make a spot for him to sit on the
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