Tempt (Take It Off #3)(39)
Author: Cambria Hebert

21

Gray-ish first light of day began to seep through the screen of water, chasing away the deepest of the darkness and bringing some semblance of comfort. I knew we were still in grave danger. I knew there were things going on here that we knew nothing about. Yet there was a sort of security in the daylight—even the palest of day—that made things seem just tiny bit more manageable.

My body was stiff. My joints ached from sitting cold and tense the entire night. Nash had barely moved, keeping himself tucked around me like some professional bodyguard hell-bent on keeping his charge alive. And I knew that if it wasn’t for him, I would already be dead.

I would have been dead three times over by now.

I owed him my life.

I wanted to give him my heart.

“I think this was the longest night of my entire life,” he said gruffly, right next to my ear.

“It must still be early,” I whispered.

“I haven’t heard any movement outside. Have you?”

“No.”

He moved, sitting back a little, reaching behind us, and then a mango appeared under my nose. “Breakfast is served.”

“I don’t think I can eat.”

“Take it,” he said, pushing it toward me. “Don’t know when the next meal will be.”

I took it and ate. He was right. A distant rumble had me looking up, toward the sky I couldn’t see. “Was that thunder?”

He snorted. “It would rain right now.”

“Maybe we should stay here.”

“We need to move. I don’t know what Duke is planning. He could lead the pirates right to us.”

“Why would he do that?”

“That’s the million-dollar question.”

“Where will we go?”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” he said, picking up another mango and sinking his teeth into the flesh. “I think we should move toward the other side of the island.”

“You want to go closer to the enemy?”

He paused in chewing and looked at me, his eyes warming a little. “Look at you talking like we’re in a spy movie.”

“This only happens to people in the movies.”

He grinned. For a moment, things felt normal. They felt relaxed. Then reality came back. Rain broke through the sky with another clap of thunder, and heavy, insistent drops began pounding the water beyond the falls.

They hit against the rocks overhead and plopped in the lagoon, setting the water to waving.

The sound of the rain was so heavy that it almost drowned out the waterfall, and the thunder continued to roll. Maybe it was later than we thought; maybe the sky was just gray with the storm.

“Anyway,” Nash said, ignoring the storm and throwing the pit of the mango into the water. “They won’t be expecting us to come closer. They will expect us to try and get away.”

I nodded slowly, seeing the logic behind his words.

“They will likely be scouring the island for us. Maybe there won’t be many of them left at their camp. I think if we want an opportunity to take their boat—or one of the other ones, now is the time to do it.”

He was right, of course. The longer we waited, the weaker we became. Eventually those pirates were going to completely drive us away from this water source. We would grow weak from dehydration… We would grow tired from running, exhausted from lack of sleep. If we were going to escape, now was the time to do it.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

“We’re going to be very vulnerable in the water, trying to get to shore. Can you swim underwater, hold your breath?”

I nodded.

“I’m going to go first. I’ll wait on the shore for you. Swim as far as you can beneath the water, out of sight. When you reach the shore, I’ll pull you up. Be ready to run. We’ll go for cover and then stop to make sure we aren’t being followed.”

“What about you?”

“I’m going to do the same.” I watched him tuck the flare gun into a cargo pocket on his shorts.

“Can that get wet?”

“I hope the hell so. It should still work.”

“What about the pistol?”

He looked grim. “That can’t get wet. I’ll try to keep it dry.”

“Be careful,” I whispered as he lowered himself in the water and reached for the pistol, holding it high over his head.

We didn’t say anything else as he eased around the edge of the waterfall, trying to shield the gun from the worst of the water. I slid into the water and swam to just behind the falling drops, fastening my eyes on Nash. He swam out a little ways and then he chucked the gun.

He literally threw it onto the shore.

I listened for the sound of it blasting. I cringed at the thought of it giving us away. But it landed with a silent thud and didn’t go off.

Nash slipped below the surface of the water and completely disappeared from sight. The rain made it impossible to see any ripples he might have made as he swam. It seemed like forever when I saw his head resurface as he pushed up on shore.

I wasted no time, taking a deep breath and going under the water. I tried really hard not to be creeped out by the dark, cold water. I kept my eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see if there was anything swimming around in here with me.

Just when I started to feel like I needed air, something reached into the water and pulled me up. My first thought was to fight, but I recognized that touch. I trusted it.

Nash hauled me out of the water and we took off, into the coverage of trees, and ducked behind giant palm fronds dripping with rainwater.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Nash said, a rueful smile playing on his lips.

“You mean you thought we would get caught?”

He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes. Men.

“Last time, we went sort of around the island, in an arc. This time let’s cut straight across,” he said, keeping his voice low.

We waited for what felt like forever as we watched the surrounding area for signs of pirates. For signs of Duke. “Where do you think he went?” I whispered.

“I hope the bastard drowned.”

I glanced at him.

“I hit him hard enough. I hope he blacked out and sank to the bottom of that lagoon. He’ll feed the fish for weeks.”

I shuddered. I was almost fish food.

Nash swore lightly and pulled me into his side. “Sorry. That was harsh.”

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed. Waking up and seeing that douche bag trying to drown you. I swear if he shows his face, I’m going to shoot his ass.”