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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 · perkotaan
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54 Chs

Chapter 25: Not So Fast Part 2

Chapter 25: Not So Fast Part 2

Grady and Webb had wandered off to start setting up camp. As usual, they were having an intent conversation between themselves and didn’t seem at all interested in what was going on with the rest of the group. Frankly, I was surprised they were still with us. The pretense that they were here on some kind of business trip seemed long abandoned. They had ulterior motives for being out here in the woods with the rest of us and their focus on who else might be lurking on the remote and hard-to-reach trails was so obvious there was no ignoring it. I couldn’t worry about that either because Cy turned me around, plastered my back to his front and started marching me toward the river and away from camp. He was still holding me up and each step he took, he bore most of my weight as I tripped and lagged in front of him. I was nothing more than a Leo-sized marionette and all my strings were wrapped around Cy’s fingers.

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