Page 191 of Scars of Fate

The maintenance trail wasn’t a trail.

It was a crack in the mountain.

We climbed sideways through a narrow channel between two rock walls, our shoulders scraping stone with every step.

Lucas stayed behind me.

Close enough to catch me whenever my injured leg weakened.

Which happened more often than I wanted to admit.

“I can feel you watching me,” I whispered.

“I’m not watching.”

“You haven’t looked away from my leg in ten minutes.”

“I’m assessing.”

“That sounds suspiciously like watching.”

His hand settled against my waist as I stepped over a fallen tree.

“If you fall, I’m carrying you.”

“I won’t fall.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“And I was right.”

“You fell out of a helicopter.”

“The helicopter fell.”

“With you in it.”

“That’s completely different.”

Boone’s voice drifted from ahead.

“Is this what your marriage always sounded like?”

Russ answered immediately.

“Their marriage?”

“Yes.”

Lucas sighed.

“We’re divorced.”

Boone looked over his shoulder.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Keep walking.”