Page 125 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 46
Anna
Turns out, Flynn and I werebothliars. Oh sure, I'd felt sooooo smart telling him that I'd simply join him on his hike.
Now, all I felt was foolish. His words from earlier made a mockery of my plans."I'm not gonna carry you."
Turns out, that's exactly what he was doing, and yes, Iwasletting him.
Stupid shoes.
Stupid mud.
Most of all, stupid me.
Fifteen minutes into the hike, I'd lost my footing, twisted my ankle, and went ass over applecart into six inches of mud at least. But that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was that Flynn was being surprisingly decent about it. At the time, he'd been hiking behind me and mostly ignoring my attempts at conversation. But then, the moment I'd gone over, he'd morphed into a completely different person – someone who was surprisingly chivalrous.
And it was making me crazy.
Now, I was cradled in his arms as he navigated the muddy trail like it was nothing at all. Heading back toward his house, we were traveling just as fast, if not faster, than we'd been going separately when I'd been leading the way.
For the tenth time, I said, "You don't have to carry me. I'm sure I can walk now." This might've been a slight exaggeration. In truth, I could probably hobble at best, and only if I took it slow.
As we moved, I could feel his ab muscles shifting against my side, making me recall how wonderful it had felt last night when he'd held me in his arms and kissed me like he'd meant it – until it all went to crap.
God, what a nightmare.
But at the moment, I was having a hard time remembering all of the bad stuff, especially when he replied, "Not a chance."
"But why?"
"Ask me later."
"Why later?"
"Because we'll be back at the house."
I made a sound of protest. "But then it'll be too late."
"Got that right." His voice softened. "How's your ankle?"
"It's fine," I lied. "And seriously, Icanwalk." Oh sure, my first attempt hadn't gone so great, but now we were surely nearing his house. Somehow I could hobble the rest of the way – or cripes, drag myself if that's what it took.
When I made yet another bid to walk on my own, he stopped in mid-stride. I looked around. Surrounding us was a dense forest, with the morning sun filtering in through the treetops. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, and I might've gotten lost in the beauty of it all, if only my ankle weren't killing me, and my pride hadn't taken yet another mortal blow.
He said, "I'm gonna set you down, okay?"
I nodded against him.Finally.
But he didn't set me down on my feet. Rather, he lowered me in a seated position onto the wide surface a nearby stump.
As he let go, I got my first good look at him, well, since my fall, anyway. I tried not to cringe. He was absolutely filthy.
Thanks to me.
If Flynn were anyone else, I would've apologized like crazy for all the trouble. But the truth was, he didn't deserve an apology. If anyone should be apologizing, it washimfor last night.
