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Hunter rolled his eyes. “That’s really comforting, thanks.”
“Becca never understood what I was doing for her, and she hates me for it. Don’t make the same mistake, okay?”
Hunter just looked back at him, wondering how making two people sleep on the beach was some kind of sacrifice for Bill Chandler.
“Think about it,” said Bill.
“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time,” said Hunter.
Then he turned his back, dropped to the blanket, and fished through the first bag to find the food.
Only to find he was disappointed when Bill moved away.
Especially since it took everything he had not to turn around and beg for more information.
CHAPTER 29
Hunter woke up to someone moving against him.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, but now he was awake and alert. His eyes opened to meet Kate’s in the near darkness.
Hers were wide. “Where are we?” she whispered.
He heard the worry in her tone. “Safe,” he said. “We’re on the beach behind Becca’s father’s house.”
She shifted under the blankets to look at the sky. Night had fallen completely, and the moon and stars overhead were brilliant. The fire still burned beside them, throwing light across her face, turning her hair gold.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She made a face. “Both better and worse than I expected. Do you have any water?”
“Yeah.” He secured a bottle from one of the bags and helped her to sit up, though she didn’t really need it. She didn’t even wince. She drained an entire bottle of water, barely pausing for breath.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “There’s food, too.”
When she nodded, he unwrapped a prepackaged peanut-butter-and-strawberry-jam sandwich. She tore into it.
He knew the feeling. He’d done the same thing to three of them earlier. So had Casper.
Halfway through the sandwich, she paused. “Did you take my pants off?”
“Bill helped.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Did you get a good look?”
Her voice was light, not bitchy. “Watching him put stitches in your thigh kinda stole the allure.”
“Stitches?” Her hand moved under the blanket. “Wow. I slept through that?”
“I’m not sure I’d call it sleeping.”
Wind tore across the water to make the flames flicker. Hunter shivered. There’d been clean jeans and a T-shirt in the bag Bill had provided, but nothing warmer than that. His fleece pullover was soaked with her blood, rolled up by the fire.
“Cold?” Kate pulled the edge of the sleeping bag back. “There’s plenty of room.”
If she’d said it in a dirty way, he wouldn’t have taken her up on it. But because he was cold and her voice was casual, Hunter scooted until his legs were under the top blanket and he was sitting up beside her.
Now that they were close, however, he didn’t know what to say.
