Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series by Reese Madison Page B

stick that jumped out in front of me.
    “You better still have enough energy to please me tonight.” He grumbled and decided after I fell behind twice that he had to scoop me up again.
    At least this time I didn’t have to hang upside down over his ass. I put my head on his shoulder resigning myself to my upcoming pain and possible pleasure to rival such pain.
    He hopped over a stream and I had a sudden vision of being rescued by The Hulk. It made me smile.
    He looked at me for a second, “What are you smiling about?”
    “I just had a mental image of you as the Hulk carrying me away to some cave in the mountains where we sit and watch it rain. I know it’s stupid, that’s why I laughed.”
    “The Hulk is green.” He said completely off the track I was on.
    “Well…you’re mean, so close enough.” I put my head back on his shoulder.
    “Green and mean aren’t even close to the same thing Pea…Georgia.” He caught himself.
    “My dad does that. He calls me Peaches unless he’s mad at me, then all of a sudden he busts out my given name.” I twisted his beard in my fingers on my right hand because my left is wrapped around his shoulder.
    He exhaled deeply. “Don’t ever leave camp again when I’m not with you.”
    I sat up a little in his arms, “What do you care? You could have just packed up and ridden away never to bother with me again. Obviously I’m a huge pain in your ass, although for some reason mine is the sore one.”
    “Georgia,” He interrupted me, “do not say another word until we get back. I can’t move this fast carrying you and talking at the same time.”
    “So, put me down.” I argued.
    He bounced me in his arms and shot me a warning look that went right to my goodies.
    “Okay, sorry.” The rest of the descent went without a word between us.

    Once back at camp he set me down on the ground and sat down himself. “Fix dinner, it’s in the cooler.” He sounded winded and tired.
    I took to task not wanting to fight, not with him like this. I get the feeling his temper is more fragile when he’s lacking sleep and food.
    I took the foil packets and set them on the grate after peeking inside to see what I was cooking. Looks like stuffed pork chops. Cool.
    We ate in silence over fresh beers. Without me on the back of his bike. and all his gear, he was able to bring up a ton of supplies. I got a box of wine, he got three bottles of whiskey. Poor guy, I’m driving him to drink. I should probably watch it. If he gets drunk things could get ugly.
    I’m a sleepy drunk, but if he turns out to be an angry drunk I’m fucked, most likely literally.
    As I cleaned up I wondered if I really would sleep with him if he got me riled again. He said I would have to beg for it. I might if he winds me up again like he did before.
    Later by the river while washing dishes I cussed dropping a cup. “Shit.”
    He reached out from somewhere behind me and plucked it out of the water. “Problem?”
    I wiped and stacked the dishes, “No.” I lied.
    “Worried about your job?” He asked out of the blue which made me stop and look at him.
    “What?”
    “Your job, as a lawyer. How long before they fire you?”
    “They can’t fire me Turner, I own a third of the firm. If anything they’re trying to find me. Now, if you’re done, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.” I started for the area where I keep my cooking supplies.
    He followed, “How old are you?”
    “Thirty-two.”
    There was a silence before he asked, “I thought your last boyfriend was four years ago in college.”
    I closed my eyes and inhaled before letting it out slowly. “Did I say four years?”
    “Yes, you did.”
    I looked up at him. “I didn’t graduate until I was twenty six because I took two years to travel to Europe to do research with my dad. He had a fucked up case and I needed the practice. Since he was paying for my schooling, it didn’t matter when I graduated. The fact that he listed me as a consult on such a