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“What happened?”
“That idiot yelled out against the guide’s orders!”
“Broke the damn rules!”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, shut up!”
“Hey, don’t tell my friend to shut up!”
“You shut the fuck up, too, you idiot!”
Their voices begin to clamor for attention, and I can’t tell who’s saying what as they argue loudly over each other. The tour guide joins in, trying to calm everyone, but they aren’t listening.
Cade removes a glove from his hand, places two fingers in his mouth and emits a loud whistle that forces everyone to stop bickering.
“Shut up! Arguing won’t solve it. I can tell that it’s injured because the swelling has already set in. The only thing we can do now is to get her back to the chalet and get her ankle seen about.”
“I’ve already called for emergency services,” the tour guide says. “Someone should be here in three minutes.”
“Can she stand on it?” Stacey asks.
“No, she tried and fell,” Cade explains.
Stacey moves through the crowd and kneels beside me. Her eyes are full of compassion and sorrow. “I’m so sorry, honey.”
“It’s okay,” I mutter, shaking my head. “It’s my own damn fault for being so scary.”
“No, it was his fault!” Denise says, pointing at the man who was a part of our group.
The arguing starts again, and Cade shakes his head and whistles again. This time when they’re quiet, he says, “Children, she’s in a lot of pain. I can imagine that your arguing isn’t helping.”
Some strangers in our group protest that they aren’t children. Rolling his eyes, Cade looks at me and says, “Hey, I’m going to pick you up, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Just wrap your arms around my neck, and I’ve got you.”
I do as he says, loving how he smells. He’s a sweet blend of bergamot, leather, pine, and the outdoors. I press my face into his scarf hiding from the bitter cold and wish to remove it and lick him on his neck.
His arms feel perfect around me.
“Where are you going? I told you emergency services are on the way,” the tour guide says as Cade begins carrying me away from the group.
He pauses and glares at the tour guide.
“They can only be coming from that direction, right?” he asks, jerking his head forward.
“Yeah?”
“We’ll meet them. Maybe that will give you time to learn how to control a group of unorganized and chaotic tourists,” he snaps.
“But...what if you both get injured on the way or they don’t see you. We have a protocol for a reason!” the tour guide stammers.
“Fuck your protocol! Fuck you! And fuck this tour!” he grunts out.
It shocks me to see him this way. He’s always so calm and reserved. I’ve never seen him angry, but an angry Kincaid is a sexy Kincaid.
