Page 48 of Fit for Love

Just perfect.Now I can’t even take a stroll around this stupid island.

As I fume, the rain intensifies, and the visibility worsens so much I have to light the candles that are sitting in the candelabra on the table.

Shit.Kendall must be freaking out.

The urge to go check on her is strong, but I resist because if she wanted my company, she would be here.At least that’s what I tell myself for the next hour or so, but then a bolt of lightning illuminates my room, followed by an immediate thunderclap.

Fuck.I’m not an expert, but I seem to recall that if you see lightning and hear thunder soon after, the hit was nearby.

What if it hit Kendall’s cabin?

Leaping to my feet, I open the door.

Wow.I thought we were in the middle of a swamp, not the depths of Mordor.

I strain to make out if there’s smoke coming from Kendall’s cabin as wind and rain pelt my face, but I can’t see shit.

I need to get closer.

Abandoning the dry safety of the cabin, I propel myself into the storm, my sneakers squelching and my instantly soaked clothes clinging to my body like leeches.

As I get closer to Kendall’s cabin, I see that the lightning didn’t strike it, but she needs a rescue anyway.

Crossing the distance, I knock on the door.

Kendall opens it, looking pale.“What do you want?”

“Come.Quick.”

“Where?”she demands.“And why?”

“My cabin,” I tell her.“Because flash flood.”

Her eyes widen.“Where?”

I point at the rising water near the shore.

Assessing the situation, she turns even paler.“Let me get my stuff.”

“I’m not sure how much time you have.”The muddy muck is just a few feet away from us and approaching fast.

Without reply, she disappears into her cabin.

Fuck.

I go after her, just in time to see her put a plastic bag with socks into her backpack.

“Take only the necessities,” I snap, then grab a heap of nearby clothing and shove it into her bag.

“Fine.”She shoulders the backpack.“Let’s go.”

Working on pure instinct, I grab the blanket on the bed and cover her with it as best as I can, then grip her hand.“Let’s run.”

To punctuate my words, water seeps from under the door to the cabin.

Kendall must comprehend the urgency of our situation because she doesn’t jerk her hand away or say anything as we do our best to run.

The going is tough as we wade through water up to our ankles near her cabin, but it gets easier once we’re more uphill.

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