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Retreat

Every once in a while, you need to get away from it all. I was a woman on the edge, shaken and shattered after a breakup that felt like it tore my entire world apart. My best friend, sick of watching me drown in misery and melancholy, harassed me until I agreed to go with her on a week-long wilderness retreat. She promised days spent bonding and getting in touch with our inner bad-asses. It was supposed to be all about the two of us roughing it and making do with the bare minimum. She assured me we were going to be pushed to our limits in ways that were unimaginable. Neither one of us could have ever guessed just how right she was. Nowhere in the glossy brochure did it say anything about the fact I was going to have to battle the insufferable but deliciously rugged and sexy trail guide instead of the elements. The brochure also forgot to mention the part that warned when y ou left civilization behind, there was no place to pack your inhibitions and fears. I was told that I would be facing a week where the only thing I should expect was the unexpected. However, no one mentioned that I was going to have to fight for my life…and my heart as soon as I ventured into the unknown. I was a pro at hiding from my feelings but when it came time to face a real threat, one that could change everything, I learned I was more of a no surrender, no retreat kind of girl. Retreat is created by Jay Crownover, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Jay Crownover · Urban
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54 Chs

Chapter 34: No Rest for the Weary Part 2

Chapter 34: No Rest for the Weary Part 2

He let me go and muscled out the cots. They had seen better days but they would keep us up off the floor. Cy set them up in the center of the room after he took down the card table. I kept an eye on Webb to make sure all the racket Cy was making didn’t wake him up but the man was down for the count. There were a few extra blankets folded up on the end of the bed, so I snagged them and crawled onto one of the cots next to Cy. He shot an arm out and wrapped it around me so that he could tug me to his chest and we were lying face to face, breathing one another in.

I lifted a finger and traced it over the flat line of his lips and shivered when he darted his tongue out to lick the tip of the digit. “I like it better when you smile.” He didn’t do it very often, so when he did, it was extra special and meant to be savored.

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