Page 99 of Resist
Josh bok’d like a chicken.
“NO!” She shoved his chest. “That won’t work this time.”
Smiling, I turned my back to the tower and faced them all. “So, who’s in, who’s out?”
“Out.” Cori squeezed past me, her hands in the air. “I’ll be down by the river taking photos while you all plummet to your death.”
Johnno followed her.
“Really, big dude?” Josh exclaimed.
“I don’t trust an elastic band to hold my weight.”
“It’s perfectly safe,” I assured him. “Even for you.”
“Nope. Sorry. Can’t. I have a bad finger.”
I had to process what he’d said for a second, realising it wasn’t worth processing. “Okay, well, the rest of you, let’s get registered and climb that bloody tower.”
“See ya.” Cori waved. “Nice knowin’ ya.”
A hundred and ninety-four steps later, we were all harnessed and hooked into the safety line at the top of the jump tower. The sky was mostly clear bar a couple of small clouds, so the view out to sea was unencumbered and spectacular.
“Wow!” I said, leaning against a rail. “Isn’t that just gorgeous.”
Lucas kissed the side of my head. “Not as gorgeous as you.”
I turned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “You lie.”
“I do not.”
“Liar.”
“So…” He peered over the railing. “You still wanna jump?”
“Yes, of course.”
“That might change once you’re strapped in and standing on the edge.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ye of little faith.”
“Welcome to Bungee Jump Cairns, guys.”
We all turned to our instructor, a bald guy with more piercings than a pin-cushion. “Y’all ready to take the leap?”
The guys — and Patsy — all said, “Yes,” but I sounded a ‘whoop whoop’ instead and received a bunch of weird looks.
“Whaaaat? I’m excited.”
“That’s what we want to hear.” Instructor guy clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “So who wants to go first?”
Brad shoved Noah forward. “Ladies before gentlemen.”
“Dude, don’t push me. I need to take a piss.”
“Jesus, Noah, didn’t you learn your mistake after the bridge climb?”
He jiggled his junk. “Obviously not.”
